Briars Poems - Poems about Briars

...It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed wid......

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...the sky was torn, the heavens burned as fate, at last, her vengeance turned the mighty horns, the serpent’s tongue were drowned beneath the battle’s drum with blade of light and steel so bright......

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...Hopped the uni with my rucksack; speeding off to make a new track with the tools that one might need to hack a trail. A pair of loppers for the limbs and for the ones that need more vim, there......

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...Knead the mind with prayer and reflection no need to bring in outside deflections. What you need is already there... God shined the synapses lay gold leaf atop gray canyons where the potential o......

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...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,......

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... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......

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...In my garden where love flourished. A pale pink running rose once bloomed. Gracefully it grew upon the trellis. Until the oak tree took the sunshine away. Each petal a delicate......

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...The hunter knelt to check the muddy ground. He was perplexed. The tracks were heading north. No bears had caves on this slope of the hill. The quicksands were not very dangerous but deep enough t......

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..."The true beauty of love is clear a bond to be until we disappear"...Poet I know the pangs of yesterday in my quest for eternal love I've passed through the shades and shadows ......

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... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......

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...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds, scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, w......

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...Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling. As her olive skin neatly curved fingers slid over an intermittentl......

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...(This time I've quoted my own poem titles. Everything in quotes is a title.) "Dear reader," again, this monolog persists. We're no longer "sparring" with figurative fists. "The blood of an E......

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...The Good Harvest Years ago I was a farmer, And my neighbor had a field. But he let it go to briars, He was not concerned with yield. As I passed his field one evening, In my pocket there I ......

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...Once upon a time, one of the most heartbreaking tales ever told - Snow White will not wake up. Forever, her husband bruised, as if a true to life witch threw him off Rapunzel’s......

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