Bramble Poems - Poems about Bramble

We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods, We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we could. We’d push through all the briar and the bramble, Then chase each other in one big scramble. We’d get covered in mud and was soaking wet, Then we’d try to hide from other...

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Written: August 12, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ I fitfully stumble through bramble and briar. Cut by the cold promise of a lost season's fire, It says it will lead me where I must roam. Into our perennial place by the fire at home. where memories of beauty before the fall, Are alive and vibrant, standing tall. A journey through thorns that may prick and tear But...

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I scrambled on the hill, avoiding any spill. The rocks required some skill to stay upright. A covering of leaves, hid brambles, thick as thieves, and roots, I do believe, lurked out of sight. So pick your path with care, some sturdy shoes to wear, with lots of sunshine there, not at first light. ---------- A Violette, which seems to me a tail-rhyme with specific additional requirements: 6/6/6/4...

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Ol' Nellie Bramble; she loved to drink She never washed and boy she did stink In every bar in town, she'd cause a scene And her rich language was quite obscene. She spent many a night in a police cell And all night long she'd scream and yell She'd cuss and sing throughout the night Then challenge all the duty cops to...

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Atheist or Pagan which gets to dream reasoning stilted spirits unseen Rational narcissist tribal taboos if given the choice it’s easy to choose Atheist or Pagan contrast to compare the first in self-worship —the second aware (Dreamsleep: March, 2022)...

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In the day of digital, I withdrew all my cash; one hundred and seventy-three and drove around town buying up all the roses that I could see. Will this conglomerate of different colors which make up a traveling bramble touch her heart as I need it to, a garden of my silent ramble? I walk to her door, face hidden by petals and thorns, a...

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When the sun kisses the morning skies Soft fluffy clouds murmur like floating tides Dew drops coat leaves with faint sighs Gently caressing my petals open wide Showing off where the brambles lies The summer can no longer hide Natures beauty with a small surprise 7/5/2020 Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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some say the world is flat perhaps theirs but mine has curves that define no straight lines but places where the sun can set behind the pear and peach trees or the rasp berry bush...

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I took a hike in Bramble Bog, and reveled in the croaking frogs; the singing crickets and river song, were lovely, so I whistled along. By the river, on a great cypress branch, upon which, I chanced to glance, sat a bull and two young elves; they were doing something swell! Clearly, I’d walked into a peculiar land; elves and bull behaved like...

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Build me a mountain of uncertainty, A stone of distant fears Find me an army of losses And empty hopes, Some cluster of aimless hours to call my own. Teach me about heartache and closed doors. A broken way with nothingness in every direction. Create in me a heavy heart, full of misunderstandings and distrust to keep me hurt and forever confused....

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In the depths of some divine despair, the wind stirs softly. With a prayer from her soul’s deep core – a plea in awful repose… A melancholy crack in the smile she wears, with mildly stern eyes in command; and silent lips of a paler-hue: remain filled with lamentation. The Bramble rose wears a thin veil to cover cool radiance in glorious eyes: virtually perfect…...

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A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make everything the same really. Shame it was that day for the creative crab. Whose sideways step now had to fit a formula. The ones that had gone before were ok...

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There once was a friendly honey bee named “Bramble” He loved to ramble during daylight through the trees. One day while in the woods, he saw some tires. They were covered with precious yellow-golden dust. Quickly over to the tires he did buzz, a bit off track. Bramble was not a honeybee that would slack. When, he flew over there, he...

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Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in your hands, you unreel the chains of libido in failed state of limbs. The cartel has littered the street with gentle greens, to buy the lips. Spurned lover commits...

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Concealed by a bramble bush, Fixated to her tight swathe. She takes a little look around, Then peels off her clothes to bathe. Standing there with just a pink panty, The small of back had perfect dimples. She hesitated for a while in the cool breeze, That kissed her skin to form goose pimples. Hugging herself, she dipped a...

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