Overgrown Poems - Poems about Overgrown

my lilac tree did not know she was a bush within ten years she flourished with a swoosh she outgrew every tree except the oak giant lilac tree is a hundred foot tall, shade very reliant....

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The overgrown Amazon ape With his furry tree trunk wide nape Flew over wearing a red satin cape Birds cringed at his cumbersome shape He carried a bag made of crepe In plum, fuchsia and possibly grape A fancy one-of-a-kind hairy ape...

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You open the door And hear a creak. A longing for what once was, But never again will be. No souls lie contained. Only memories live here. Do not be afraid, It’s only a House, dear. The Old House is lonely. Look at Her flowered walls. Together they were family, You can see by pictured halls. With creaks She frightens Because She knows you won’t stay. Her moaning...

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neglected fruit trees moss covers old water trough ivy climbs through fence *My grandfather was always outside cleaning the brush away and now that he's passed it's just left undone.*...

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I'm not quite up to snuff, should the wind give me a puff I'd simply fall over like a worn-out clover that's lost its own shadow in an overgrown meadow...

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You say your room is a confinement where you’re forced to have tea parties with your greatest enemy; your thoughts But looking through your window from the overgrown path, You room looks like a palace to me And as far as I can see, there’s no crusade out to take your land back The only force driving the...

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Hedge Nature won't be tamed His hedge grows tall, needs cutting My view is softened 5-7-5 syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com 25 June 2022...

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Outwardly I love the outdoors Internally I hold resentment I hate the loneliness Despise the isolation Loathe the alienation From the rest of humanity There is no escape As one is incapable of flight 15 minutes to the nearest business And 15 more to public transport I mutter to myself As I wander this overgrown weed That some refer to as a garden...

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Spring is here as well as the weeds, they are growing profusely all over, thinking about weeding the front garden, it means bending down and yanking, as they scream and are chanting. Determination is my mood as I pull, each time I approach them they cringe, not wanting to be the next victim, clearing one spot I discover more, making this project quite a...

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At early twelve, motherly words echoed Of the self, becoming a lady one January eve. No, it can’t happen, as a pale navel ached when Another unintended milestone had begun— Those rubber sneakers fondly overused died On a pink carpet, that I could not understand How unusually larger my almond eyes Woke a year after: Tucking...

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The weeds are squeezing around the flower beds in every corner of the yard. They seem to grow a foot or two each night, smothering dainty flowers, Sitting on them, squelching them, happily growing, strangling them. Similar to the ways inconsiderate controlling people smother others, Overgrown bullies who squeeze their victims, killing without conscience. I race out there with clippers,...

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I've wandered this old graveyard a thousand times. Cracked and broken stones rise up like a long-deserted town's skyline, Each marking a last breath, heartbeat, supplication to God, Each the only reminder of a soul no longer walking this earth. The stones are old and weathered, worn grey with age. Much like the lives they represent, dates and names have...

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Silence had consumed him, since the time she left for eternal peace and now she only visited him in his dreams. With headstone covered with moss and overgrown vines he couldn't believe that too many years passed in loneliness. Her carved name was hardly visible even in bright sunlight, but he recognized her final place of rest. Vines were in love with...

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Overgrown With Vines Three meatless, boney, fingers clawed at the hard dirt, glistened in the emptiness, cursed the damnation of the full moons lie. Death and the shallow grave had come quickly a sharp metal edge the instrument of both. The vines, the ever growing, ever reaching strangling vines had come much slower, clutching and grasping the remnants of an unexamined death. He had fought...

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I'll never know what it's like to work hard and long as my dad does just to keep a roof over our heads and good food to eat. I'll never know what it's like to have asthma and be sick all the time (I'm too preoccupied thinking of how everything's just perfectly fine). But is...

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