Loosestrife Poems - Poems about Loosestrife

...Galore of buzzfeeding, needling and scamming female hustlers... with a scheming, loving, and enticing guise alive and well seeking gullible guys (once upon a time just like me), who experiences......

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...Someday my soul shall fly to regions beyond The confines of this earth’s miserable façade I’ll know what until now has not yet dawned, The first time I’ll be touching the face of God. ......

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...The meadow is calling me with freshness galore New leaves are popping out on the maple trees, Small animals are stirring around once more The scent of spring flowers floats on the bree......

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...Strolling through the meadow in early spring Butterflies and honeybees are arriving, Fresh growth appearing on all the perennials Clearly the natural undergrowth is thriving, Promisin......

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...purple wildflowers loosestrife patch of pulse perfume lonely walkabout too cool for songbirds to sing the whisper of dulcet things 4/1/2020......

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...Spring is in the air I feel it; I swear! A gentle touch only felt when Spring is waking and Winter's breaking; as snow and ice start to melt. Geese start flocking north, for Spring c......

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...A day wherein to wake warm sun to drench, while it hangs temptingly reaching nature's ravenous hunger only sun doth quench. As warm in wild or tame heart leal creatures. Benign spring upon bud......

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...Everyday she waits for the midnight For the night so cold but alone. So she can throw her blanket ,and rush to the open sky. With her questions so peculiar to be asked, She sits facing the stars......

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...*********** land... a barren waste the seven seas, future steam climate warming a weed to thee the scarlet pimpernel forget-me-not primroses yellow sapphires... light banks the......

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...I break my back bone to cultivate your life, Your life, I mean your daily rice, The rising sun never wakes me, I am already on the field saying Good morning, When my fingers dig with axe and sic......

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...Looking out upon my garden on spring morning dew on grass, new shoots appearing natures best daffodils, tulips, primrose, beautiful new life dawning pollinators emerge collecting pollen after w......

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...Ode to Flowers Praise to our God for such as one of these, raised forth to give out beauty in the sun. A throng of glories basking in the breeze, the flower kingdom’s parade has beg......

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...I follow the track with a spectacular view, into a wood with its carpet blue. A winding path to the field below through an ancient green lane where primroses grow. I watch a swallow swoop and pa......

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