Nutrients Poems - Poems about Nutrients

...What makes a person likeable? How they look, how they dress, or maybe who they’re friends with? I think it’s about how kind they are, their willingness to be your friend. “I guess w......

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... in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ......

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... Juicy and sweet, these berries delight, Unique flavor with a hint of almond's bite. Native to North America's land, Eaten fresh or dried, both are grand. Baked into pies or made into jam, En......

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...They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floa......

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... As a teenager, I was so lean and lanky. My mother worried over my physical stature. She believed that all the nutrients in my diet, were rapaciously devoured by my hair. From childhood ......

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...The rains are here, relentless as ever The grass blade is excited like never The season of hibernation is over Swirling in water, as a duck dumpling in sauce The blade of grass has come home ......

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...The river bends, and the river breaks. The mind, so pliable, so fragile. In relation in the oddest ways. The river effortlessly wanders through the landscape, The mind effortlessly travels throug......

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...Nature As I sit by the window So early in the morning I hear the birds chirping Having their own conversation A gentle breeze The leaves ?? swiftly move Its not hot yet Its calm and ......

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...My Roots Pluck at my green leaves Devour my fruit with gusto Hack at my bark all day Carve your name on my trunk My roots remain steadfast Snip at my blossoms Relish in its colours and scent......

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...Outside my house, there is a crane. Much to my disdain. Tearing up my lawn looking for fossils. But is it really worth tearing up my garden that’s full? Tempting, trouble. There are no valuab......

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...Within a sacred vessel, a miracle starts, A tiny spark of life, beating tiny hearts. No bigger than a poppy seed, a speck in the blue, Yet programmed with potential, to dream and to do. Th......

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...Reconnection I want to be part of nature. I want my flesh to turn into a tree. I want the fresh oxygen to flow into my lungs. I want to grow out of my fingers and toes. I want my only scars to ......

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...The wild wisteria's vine in winter Sends its roots out and deep It draws up moisture and rich nutrients To prepare for coming spring As in each rest period of winter It goes deeper into the ri......

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...Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold. Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant. Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud. A vine in Winter; Winter is slow. Just h......

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...A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation a......

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