Clovered Poems - Poems about Clovered

...Sonnet I In realms of emerald hush where sunlight strains. Through veils of green. A silent throng takes root. A clovered congregation on the plains Their stoic forms a timeless lushful ......

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...I've never been to Ireland— never seen the patchwork landscape spreading, green, through a hazy sunlight. Gray oceans crashing on rocky shores, craggy mountains climbing toward billowing skies— ......

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...As if the grass had leaves my feet glide freely on the breeze where a blade is not nearly a leaf and the shamrock steals my luck like a thief. The four clovered dreams predict a promise that......

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...A pewter mirror cracks in veins of jade, ensconced I've been in winter's house of drear. Aback I'm taken, palpable my fear to see my likeness in such pallid shade. Though loathe am I to venture s......

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...The blood and lapis daylight sets in ether. How the mind resets brutality of winter chill with February's codicil; what gossamer a dream begets. I hear the crickets in the dark, their clickin......

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...When you were eight years old waking to another perfect day's dawn what potential did you discover with your co-empathy integrity of left-deductive with elder right inductive communionations? ......

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...Merge with me in a summer waltz, our arms entwined, our fingers laced. Your scented skin strokes my face, tickles, prickles, excites, ignites; barefoot we skim the clovered green. The park sur......

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...Oh, love in spring, you’re peridot, and new’s the grass; with dew - aglow! On clovered knoll ourselves we fling. You’re peridot, oh love in spring! In summer’s sun, love blazes red,......

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...a nascar napolean quick with a word and slow with his step. wanders out of oscars the bar across the freeway from my house where cars race by like clovered bees. they honeysu......

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...Velvet skies, with stars aligned, come to meet my dreams. The clovered pillow beneath my locks, that holds my head tonight. I close my eyes, as a compromise, to that which met the day. Torture ca......

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