Landscaper Poems - Poems about Landscaper

...There was a Time in my life where I tried to undermine The lies in my mind Time being spent tryna justify Asking myself who’s this guy Time to get rid of the disguise Now I’m lef......

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...“A poet brings a scene to a reader’s mind; a painter puts the scene in front of your eyes.” ~ Beryl Edmonds* Poets dip their pens in black ink ......

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...in church congregate our sins God did consummate new life will be grrreat when I cleaned up ground it will look nice all around being safe and sound my house seems so swell nice not lookin......

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...I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb, Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb. My work took me to many gardens, set in the......

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...All the festives brilliant colorful brights Universe pulling earth pulling cared away from sun Tone changing physical a Under God's hand Master painter landscap......

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...every hopeful carnally bracketed thought tries to jack in to the endorphin symphony or make the mountains rise same thing your brain the one manufactured by all those dents has long been a mad sc......

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...Old Albert was frustrated. He knew his famous ego-identity came from this solar eco-system with four interdependent dimensional voices. He felt his own original moment began with ZeroSum nutri......

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...Gemini seeks a new job daily In summer she might be a disc jockey or a landscaper In winter possibly a substitute teacher or a nurse. Fall is for growing pumpkins, so she becomes a grower. Spri......

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...Every month he cuts and styles your hair She delivers your paper in darkness when you are not there He mows your lawn and trims the grass' edges She plants your flowers and shapes the hedg......

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...The birds are chirping The landscaper is mowing Sweets floral scents Waft in the air School is still out Frolicking in the sun is still in The games grown-ups play Are those familiar to chi......

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...I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper mixed woodlands with tropics, mountains with heaths, and streams with waterfalls that were next blended with an ocean. Man named this......

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...I am not a minority poet, though I have known them on occasion. Those who write a poem for school or some brief love encounter then never to pick up a pen again. I am a majority forever poet......

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...I’m here and I’m manmade Industrialization this tool allowed Take me to day seven So I can rest closer to heaven With Him, we’re not alone Hands and hearts in tune Father, son and holy ghost......

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...To speak plainly So you can understand my thoughts To translate my dialects With greater complacency But, you cannot touch my smile. You cannot touch my smile Exhaling from these lips through Liqu......

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...She entered my life upon happenstance. I was unaware and naive. No angels to carry my chin. No raindrops to cleanse my emptiness. "I am a landscaper without a garden. Surely, you cannot help me?......

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