Compost Heap Poems - Poems about Compost Heap

...pernicious weeds a metaphor for wild growth inside my mind and soul dandelion mating with brambles wild cats’ rampant Rubus grinding teeth and thorns reason guides the trowel for emotion......Read the rest...

...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......Read the rest...

...There is a water glint, just shining through the copse beyond. Autumn's sinking sun, barred by spindle trees and the last of summer's brindled reeds and sedge and rush that fringe this stilli......Read the rest...

...Oh Lord, Never allow the weeds To grow under my feet, Cause I might just be Pulled out and discarded Onto the compost heap of life…... Francis Cooper – Mac © March 2016......Read the rest...

...I sat quietly pondering your time of arrival Day or night morning or noon happy or sad The last conversation was strained innuendos Of selfless pleasures displacing your heart And I cried for me......Read the rest...

...Before we go to bed we vegetate No need for teacher but a compost heap. And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep While in our dreams our little mind debates But mostly we’re unknowing in th......Read the rest...

...He stared at the empty sheet in front of him. Everything had been said. Minstrel’s nightmare and it was only ten in the morning. Writer’s block. A poet arrested in void with nothing left to say. A pi......Read the rest...

...Before we go to bed we vegetate No need for teacher but a compost heap. And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep While in our dreams our little mind debates But mostly we’re unknowing in this dark......Read the rest...

...The LittLe Flowepot A little flower pot all alone, Looking for a loving home. Over the years he had grown many flowers, Inside the window and away from the showers. Geraniums, c......Read the rest...

...Stealing Peas all summer, warm-hot and lazy, the garden grew taller, so much taller than me. wondered where it came from all that green life. I helped papa plant the seeds my finger deep ......Read the rest...

...Cellotape a cornflake to a six inch singular cheese packet then swing under and over the metronome roundabout. And a coffee coloured synonymous character can be overlaid with biscuit coloured charm b......Read the rest...

...On an especially epiphany-laden day I contemplated the beauty that comes from decay How growth blossoms from a compost heap, How the tulips from a manure pile leap I remembered my moments in the ......Read the rest...

...The words I write represent a brief vacation To a place of solitude and sublimation They help me recycle the trash that I find And leap from the compost heap that is my mind They help me excise a......Read the rest...

...The little pesky heads Of green bowed necks Thrust through the red crust And two oven glove hands Clap and open to morning rays Pity the mittens off Reveals little feathery fingers That when t......Read the rest...

...Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart, I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me, They were real, breathing and full of life fro......Read the rest...