Briar Poems - Poems about Briar

Some may imagine Paris in the Spring; Champagne kisses that heat love's burning flame. Some say romance dies with a wedding ring. Oh, but I believe that is such a shame. Too often it's confused, true love and lust, as well as what sweet romance truly means. Two become one, in bone, in blood, in...

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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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From the thistle and vine From the thicket of thorn Into the light of the morning Out from the briar patch, gone In a flicker of light Into the glimmer of dawn Slipping out at the daybreak With the rise of the sun In the ticking of time From the clock on the wall Ring the bells of a new day...

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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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with thorn of a rose she pricked a finger tip held it there softly to my open lips as she pierced mine mixed the flow tip to tip and each took a little sip such a heady mix sweet as wine my love’s blood mingled with mine from a finger cut and torn with briar rose’s sharp sharp thorn...

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Wistful is the heart, silent the walls where the gambols of youth echoed. A return tale’s sentimental journey inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road Long it behoves me my thanksgiving to you, aunties Yvonne and Jocelyn T. For all the love you showed withal and...

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Diamonds on her fingers. Diamonds in her nose. She’s dancing in the street, our little Briar Rose. Her hair is a twirling, as if it is glittery and on fire. Her energy is amazing; she will never tire. The neighbors are smiling, and stamping their feet. They love our Briar Rose, her clogging can’t be beat. Some run out to join...

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I Have a Yong Suster (anonymous Medieval English riddle-poem, circa 1430) translation by Michael R. Burch I have a young sister Far beyond the sea; Many are the keepsakes That she sent me. She sent me the cherry Without any stone; And also the dove Without any bone. She sent me the briar Without any skin; She bade me love my lover Without longing. How should any cherry Be without a...

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Briar and the Dragonfly Seated in a saddle on a dragonfly in flight Shimmering upon the evening skies Iridescent flickerings beneath this moonlit night Magical this scene before my eyes Smiling like a crescent with a firefly in tow Laughing as the trees have come to play Eyes they glow illumined as the springtime breezes flow Shining like a diamond on display “Hey there...

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Briar that climbs the Willow Tree Higher it grows every summer It captures my imagination see Briar that climbs the Willow Tree Somehow ruins my flight to fantasy Disrupts thoughts and is a sandspur Briar that climbs the Willow Tree Higher it grows every summer Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico Contest: Boomerange contest...send a poem for a ride...

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green briar leaves shine 'pon Chinaberry's bare limbs.. untouched by winter ...

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We've slogged through bog and briar. To coddle the pond "tranquility". This emerald within an emerald of tender water~ lily harmony. Indian paintbrush to whisk a memory. Winged flutes seep gently from maple trees. Her sweetened songs will tear the eye. If you let it be-just let it be. The sun glances of the endless green. Speckles it with flakes of gold. Soon shadows of...

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Tangled in a briar of wires Securing twists from a pair of pliers. Seated neatly in the center, Waiting for the next to enter. With no one else to share the space, I’d disappear without a trace. Together we would have such fun, Waiting for the cut and run. And should that time ere come to pass, We’ll pour ourselves another glass. And talk of...

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The red petals that whisper her desire She is my rose amid the wild briar Her velvet white reveals her loving heart In breaths that linger on a summer’s night To tempt the senses where love’s passions start Imploring dreams to taste the buds delight. My rose, that is pure white yet tipped with red, She offers me her tender, sweetest kiss, In...

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(Or How My Legs Got This Way) Bre’r Rabbit had his briar patch A lovely place but there’s a catch The briars and brambles cut and scratch And it was there I met my match We downed a model airplane there It simply fell out of the air We ventured in with utmost care For it had landed who knows where The briars...

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