Bush Poems - Poems about Bush

Bush There’s a prickly bush in the front garden literally after his own heart. ...

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Love came to me like a warm fire Hugging me in a cold wintry night As a burning bush you engulfed me In your flames of desire A little delay till our souls met Never caused any harm It was God's miracle That brought us together in this cosmic bond But it takes time to embrace the pain Of not...

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Rose-bush blooms, sky's canvas vast, petals open, close, a sigh. He, a silent, steady, rooted presence, watching nigh. Love, a quiet, lasting bloom....

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as season fades so do the blooming roses once so proudly seen...

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See jakalman standing in bushes with mammary glands looking like a pregnant lion, it is roaming the hills looking for prey and all the animals has to get out of the way and mount the tree above it and lie flat on the branches far away from it. It stands on the side of the...

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when things are tempting are beating around the bush should always avoid when minds may wonder try to find another way put minds back on track bad weather on bay do pray for a better day God will know the way when in God believe His forgiveness will receive He is always there when most unified effective and efficient right place at right time would you rather be hard to believe...

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white wind whips whistles blue blowing bush big branches denim drunk driver dead ...

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We tramp along the fire-trail to see a water view; The sand is damp from morning rain, and imprints of our shoes Are stamping in beside the chequered tracks of cycle tyres As Brett relates the names of trees and flowers we admire. Ahead of all the others, Catherine strides for fitness’ sake, Behind her we are chatting as...

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Light big eyes ...

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Ridged, broad and corky wings. Translucent—your yellow Iris sits behind the morning veil. Short season of striking color. Greed spurs you, or hope Huddled against the bursting Of a cursed idea. It will Spread like children, carried By the breeze that tickles Your lobed capsules. They catch Like sails. You would unfurl and fly Instead, dragging your webbed feet In the face of becoming, pallid Bolts of...

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frost covers aged rose petals stiffened by falls chill sun makes it like glass...

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Silken whispers greet the blithe morning damp mist spring tap on red oak door joyful treat preempted faint dawning Felicity a phase one can’t ignore bright daffodil white and pink bloom fragrant garden bouquet stuff of lore Alyssum’s plump trailing mound may loom where greyedging border might seem bare ideal cluster wraparound March plume Ever present awe inflames my stare rampant green aroma gust...

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When I speak of Loneliness I guess I speak of companionship The ability Or lack of To foster that Over time To grow old In someone’s arms Share history And photo albums I look upon couples Old and young With envy And a little sadness Yet Deep down I knew all along My life Would lead me Here To this To this point For that was the plan I had dreamt For years I didn’t want it I prayed for it Not to...

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“The Burning Bush” At the Burning Bush the dance cards were passed from palm to palm the flowers plucked from the wall by green lounge lizards grinning “music saved my life”, she said “poetic”, the Comme des Garçons like a boy on roller skates said circling like a shark with two in hand for what it’s worth the Burning Bush girl...

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snowball bush full bloom heart of enchantment dusk fumes as butterflies flit green lawn of languor and beauties lying in beds in the mellow noon white moon and scent orbs attracting hued birds and bees stopping hearts and feet...

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