Forages Poems - Poems about Forages

...They are under the hedge, the elderly, the silver whiskered. Threadbare possums, frail chipmunks. The feeble, squeezed into narrow parts of the day. Her apartment is hedged in. Her telephone i......

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...thorns on freesia she questions with cinderella's origin, she sweeps and seeks love in forages. the rising charity lasts until the tenth floor, when you are to occupy the first, you'll be plead......

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...Sky filters through scant woods printing a cold sunlight on shadowed tree trunks. Only December has this light, it both scours and forages, it scythes away all heaped-up flotsam. A December wi......

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...Written: August 14, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Today's man, a vessel of desire, Feeds his body with mutant foods, Yet hunger deeper, his soul ......

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...planting the staple of life new beginnings seedlings nurtured by natures flow future hopes nestling in the loam and water sustenance farmers weeding the paddies a crane ......

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...I Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt BY choice, folk in small spaces Hide from Civilization, national mandates On Environmental Courtesies and Policies B......

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...bitter snow blizzard winter winds whisper warnings ~ snowshoe hare forages ( this poem on PS syllable counter is 17 syllables and 18 on howmanysyllables.com. I posted it as is due to the imagery......

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...I once scout for fresh forages out of my mother’s shoes over the coast, on the other side I wish, hoped, and heard of praises Only in my heads, not in my eyes They are special specs, taller th......

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...Candy Cotton Sky. . Snow white wisps of cotton candy Patches of vivid blue peeking through The yarning sun awoken by joyful pleasant bird song As a gentle warming breeze Stirs the pretty flowe......

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...Just beneath winter's coat, ivy makes a home... the blackbird forages yet no song we hear... day inches evening towards teatime light... and sunshine melts away the hibernal nigh......

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...An old lady and her milk can breaks the dawn Traversing the Topsy Turfy curves with muscles and brawn Tired and hopeful she rests for a while at the crossroad Moves to the town by carrying her loa......

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...They are under the hedge, the elderly, the silver whiskered. Threadbare possums, frail chipmunks. The feeble, squeezed into narrow parts of the day. Her apartment is hedged in. Her telephone i......

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...Warmth, The other side has called her winter's finally born the geese are flying east the pain has left her mark X's no longer stay they just go as the hurt forages on and e......

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...In bed looking out my window... (sighs) up at the moon with leaden eyes approaching bleak scarlet skies dawns spell prompt to arise. Fawn forages prize roses, surprise at moms cries, i......

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...The green deer poses, as the other forages in front of the effervescent waterfall, as foaming white mountains heighten the experience, and the forest unfolds with its hunter-green pines and the bo......

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