Fear Daffodils Poems

A small bee
flew up to me -- 
buzzing, all a-fuss
in my face:

myself, about to clip a 
flowering weed~ using
fancy, dynamic, power mover --  
apparently,...

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When oceans adopt calmness
I will sail toward you
Because without you
I am not me
Garden without flowers and shades is me

Day born out of miseries of the...

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In March I asked the daffodil
What secrets it might hold
And like the loose-lipped lily
The flower gladly told 

Now December’s icy breath
Shudders the shriveled rose
And I...

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I love pink rose flowers                                          ...

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The black sea of faces
I meet in the street,
With hunched backs 
from a menacing gory despair,
Sweeping across the land 
like a flood of monsters,
And dry...

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And one by one 
we step in,

Another day
another bar,

And as the digital piper
Plays his tune,

Dancing, singing
we take our place,

The digital prison
our new home,

our church,

This place...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Chrysanthemum whispers
gird clouds of winter.
Frost spells inhume heart
deep into the valley of silence
Loud and mournful poesy 
scribbled the souls
enchaining the last rays.
Misty dawn shone owing
to...

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Daffodil.

Oh, sweet welsh flower now rest and sleep,
hide your bulbs welsh women weep.
Your men not here they have since gone,
knee deep entrenched in France's Somme.
Welsh...

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Why fear a future not foreseeable?
Would this question that doubts abrade,
remain unanswered without curiosity?
I'd be left with a regret as insurmountable
as guilt itself: what gains...

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Sunken cheeks and hallow eyes, pasty skin, it consumes, it wastes your body, no breath left, no disguise. Like the rush of the wind, a...

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When there is sunshine on your shoulder, it is easy, oh so easy.
When spring is in the air and the lambs are out frolicking, it...

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And these Roads are Nuclear
And this world is Nuclear
They don"t care for any blood or tear 
They just care for loads of Nuclear
No man is...

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Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of...

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The Great War

He pointed at us from a posters paint
 Washed away the thoughts of truth
 Many sick things in those days of death
 Feathers...

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