Fern Poems - Poems about Fern

Doctor’s office The fern in the corner is plastic They couldn’t afford silk? There is nothing refreshing about it There is a candy jar The old guy has been up there six times I know because he brings the wrapper to me I am sitting next to the wastepaper basket That fern is disturbing Anything that ugly should not be shared I would be doing...

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I run through the fields, Dirt on my feet, Grass between my toes, And the wind in my face. I want adventure, As I climb the tallest tree. The new leaves are fresh, They match the grass, The birds, The liveliness of the world. I look out On to the world, Never knowing What will be next. I refuse to look down, Scared of the fall, Scared of the...

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Beneath the fury of sun Wades a wobbly nun Stomping on thorns Her soul burnt and torn Scars on her skin Carried wounds engraved Trust, her sin So were snakes she once craved She sucked and spitted Bouts of venom from her blood Tainted by flood Of emotions she once knitted Silence crept loud In the woods still stern Moon upturns Summoning weeping clouds Tears unfolden The woven maze Outside the haze, Lies a...

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Close up, seeing it, it looks nothing like the object that it is. Why does the microscope show the minuscule imperfections of objects? I guess when things are magnified, you can see the individual disfigurements, the atoms, molecules, bacteria, that are out of place. But in a way, these slight quirks form originality and beauty. In the same way that...

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The forest was in awe of the newcomer She was a faerie type we had never seen Being nocturnal, owls missed it, being asleep Oaks were stretching their necks to get a peek What is she? A princess? A faerie? A beauty for sure. The unicorn is being led by her, and unicorns are pure. We watched her advance, and a...

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one boy, two dogs; together, they define the beautiful in dreaming ...

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feathered fernery paradisiacal pose ~ tropical très chic...

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fine new fernery two forgotten dahlias innocently bud...

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purple fern spirals like fingers beckoning me... further down the path...

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The melody was soothingly refreshing, coming from the east. Do you hear it? I asked the others, including an ugly wildebeest. It’s the fern wheel, he said, acting terrified of the Zen-like tune. He lumbered off to do some Halloween howling at the moon. I had forgotten what a pansy wansy this dandy can be. I looked at the rose...

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sweet verdant fern luxuriating in deww protecting the ants...

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budding chartreuse fronds unfurled in blooms verdant green waned ochre fern sprawls 2020 January 24...

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I walked the miles it takes Through forest’s underbrush Searching for the beautiful plant In the mountains of my birth It’s called Gensing Hunting Walking past striking wildflowers Through ferns that are so delicate Past emerald laurels and pines Amid the ivy and luscious vegetation That covers the hills where I’m from For hours on end, I hunt and hunt Seeking that one exquisite plant With its...

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No greater shadow than ferns teeth Sheltering the infant saplings underneath, The same soil where strangling vines sleep What the forest grows, also reaps...

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To begin a new life fern In Heaven 50 souls gone The roses in use downed Now fern to mourn!...

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