Nettle Poems - Poems about Nettle

... A cracked windowpane. A few daffodils peek their heads through the weeds that grow tall where flowers once smiled. Purple nettle chokes the life from any grass courageous enough to try to stand in ......Read the rest...

... when my heart breaks for the morning, yet yearns for the starlit skies, I know that the music of summer is playing across my life ~ quote by poet ~~~ Summer covers the earth in ......Read the rest...

... Written: February 13, 2023 ____________________________________________ An anathema for, pilose nettle burns, an art form of unstable feathers, tropes across the ivory cuticle......Read the rest...

... Written: February 07, 2024 ___________________________________ It appears as if the world has been  coated by a wave of  deceitful dictums,   where faked reality   a......Read the rest...

... The chittering Crickets were hidden deep, ‘neath fairytale canopy of Dead Nettle & Chickweed, There the Bee hums over their tiny forest, a dancer of Meadow’s flower, Grace between Comfre......Read the rest...

...Mother was away, plucking hens So I got my mead, in the special hip flask Sat by the fence, just by the green Time slipped along, Ken joined me there And the day was bo......Read the rest...

...Soup and greens,beer and tea buttlerfly young just love me, aphid trap and liquid feed ladybird heaven,yes indeed! I love phosphate & nitrate soil such versatility reduces toil, my leaves quick......Read the rest...

...Beautiful the ugliness of scented sweat. Resists the idea to flee. The least needs the soldier’s help. The bleed of his forehead - whether this soul is of tares or weeds. This dreadful beast is......Read the rest...

...We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching ......Read the rest...

...Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings ......Read the rest...

...She’s a pretty little cottage with a pretty picket fence She snuggles in the forest where the trees grow tall and dense A gravelled path runs by her so the mailman can deliver But nothing gets del......Read the rest...

...Pivotal moments From when I was a tiny girl In my first year of school That drift through my thoughts Like the apple sticker that Was my peg at nursery school And feeling proud of having Rem......Read the rest...

...Steps on mud, a stalking thread, Red strings wind through dying groves Where life needs time, to find footing, Red strings halt hands in greed which hold The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleed......Read the rest...

...1 Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment, it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those sudden twists and turns we call bizarre, th......Read the rest...

...THE FAIRY TREE Somewhere on the black mountain Overlooking Belfast town There’s a fairy tree with umbilical roots Which go far beneath the ground The local people fear its power They pay it......Read the rest...