Forget Me Not Poems - Poems about Forget Me Not

...Lonely pearl what troubles you Is it the clam within you grew Dont forget you'll shine so bright Dont forget you'll be harvested at night Flimsy string what is the issue Is it the clams that n......Read the rest...

...(by Sara Edgen-Baker & Mystic Rose) "Let the rain kiss you like a silver liquid drop as it sings to you a lullaby of love" I am a......Read the rest...

...I wrote the following poem in remembrance of my deceased younger brother, Edwin Charles Etgen, who lost the light and never found it again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A precipice into an ......Read the rest...

...Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond Based this broth on the deepest marrow o......Read the rest...

...I'll tell you pretty things my dear Every single day There's so very many pretty things That to you I could say Be ready though this could take long And it might never end You see I love you ......Read the rest...

...Let the song of distance flow With no words and notes Just a hum of undertow Swaying empty boats Why do you ignore me Am I such a pain? That you cannot hear and see Tolerate again That strang......Read the rest...

...Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time, who tolls naught for thee, attend harken chime. Courtesies yond the proverbial realm. acquired vesper's affections, overwhelm. Cupid cedes ecliptic ear......Read the rest...

...Divided droplets formed handheld mirth tames, for they beheld Earth in their gentle fall, like stars drop the night, all is heavens call, know their named true, they'll climb make good their claim......Read the rest...

...Why is it that we try to rush God? Haven't we learn that we cannot rush Him? He is the creator of time and everything that exists and in His time it will happen whatever we ask in faith. He have no r......Read the rest...

...whirling rose petals as they move to dream music sunflower acclaim dips in dahlias orange yellow cream and red spins past snapdragons four o'clock fragrance and flourishes near fuchsias ......Read the rest...

...I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages, As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous. I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork,......Read the rest...

...The color BLUE looked at the open sky and said, "I'm okay with others, but you were made for me". The color BROWN observed all around and commented, "What remains of the water and greenery is me......Read the rest...

...I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop, Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops. My work was so pleasant and suited me,......Read the rest...

...Your mind is an open book, A museum piece on display For the world’s prying eyes To gaze upon, judge, pulling Apart each gyrus as though Scavenging your thoughts. But you forget that not eve......Read the rest...

...(September (from Latin septem, "seven") was originally the seventh of ten months in the oldest known Roman calendar, the calendar of Romulus?750 BC, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the ......Read the rest...