Foxglove Poems - Poems about Foxglove

Foxglove faeries flitting freely, tiny little ethereal sweeties; picking blossoms to make hats, faerie boys make themselves spats. Mice, moths and butterflies, are there strictly to apprise, they're tiny judges of latest styles, those faerie designs are really wild! Among the flowers faeries flutter, flying smoothly as hot butter; wispy wings transparent be, lovelier than the dogwood trees. Fading blossoms made into clothes, are fitting for the...

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Home from School A little stream by the village bridge. Clear cold water over jagged stones searched for pieces of china in the mud as we meandered slowly home. Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far. We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers on our way home from school ...

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floral medicine in the flower bed foxglove ...

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Among these wonderful flowers, I could sit here for many hours, winding vines among the bowers; they have power, they have power. I will watch family of doves, with their little ones high above, just above me and these foxgloves; those babes above, those babes above. Such gentle joys that met my eyes, something quite small I did surmise, gave me a wonderful surprise; such creatures...

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Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower, hiding is something they never ever do; find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled, often they self seed in truly strange and odd places. Look inside the tubular flower for freckles and spots, I admire them in any garden that I pass by; and will pause...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove" What goes through the mind of Winter, when you are Autumn just past Spring Sometimes you’d squeeze IT in the hot spaces left-of-centre with the remnants of the Summers-In-Between She liked to keep it real. She’d escaped and had been watching the stranger on and off for some time he thought he was some kind of poet toff, when in reality...

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Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower, and hiding is something they never ever do; careful they are extremely poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches ! Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint, or often they self seed in very strange and odd places, they are xcelsior (excelsior) hybrids and available in many lovely...

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You sound like a tiny person with short man syndrome always talking out your azz is what you give them Your poetry sucks like a hooker on the steets never knowing when your going to be beat Let me give you a penny for a thought a free lesson so you can be taught Put your words away before you get...

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Translucent is the beauty of the foxglove flower, hiding is something they never ever do; they are poisonous giving rashes, nausea and headaches ! Find them in a cottage garden mingling, entangled with cat mint, often they self seed in very strange and odd places, ...

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August is mature with shining brown hair the colour of a ripe cornfield Greying at the temples and his fringe he has clear eyes of deepest blue, Deep smiling lines of crow’s feet on the sides of his rugged brown face, He looks all around a strong tall a man one who was born to be a leader. His...

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Adrift in a foreign country, walking in canvas shoes, I brushed the purple petals and felt Chemicals invade through my fingertips; Then kissed my fingers at the statue on the beach, tasted digitalis, Marvelled at the stoic bronze skin Pressed tight against bikini red, As she moved into the sunset. My heart slowed like a cable car, hanging in space, And I watched...

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