Overgrown Poems - Poems about Overgrown

...It has been sitting there for seventy long years, and nobody knew that it was there, it is just a simple tree erected in the backyard surround by an overgrown lawn, the owner is out of town and the g......Read the rest...

...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.*......Read the rest...

... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......Read the rest...

...In the attic of your heart, they dwell, Like forgotten relics in a spell, Their whispers soft, a distant stream, In the labyrinth of your surreal dream. Within this dream, your parents a......Read the rest...

...We grow up bonding we become inseparable share dreams and hopes together waiting to explore life on our own then in a blink we graduate go our separate ways keep in touch every week the......Read the rest...

...POTD 23 Mar 2024 THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED. Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known To my left, thickly overgrown, w......Read the rest...

...It is a warm spring day bees are buzzing as I mow our overgrown yard saturated by past storms my dogs are restless running amuck through tall weeds and dandelions the sun is graceful ......Read the rest...

... The clay gives way to rich and poor, A life dictates through which door, To soar the skies a longed for quest, Or the burning fires, the Devil's guest. Forged the hearts above steely grass, ......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

... Sitting on a sinking stone bench overlooking headstones overgrown by bramble and bush, I listen to weak whispers of sad spirits who await release to the other side. gentle chimes pleasing to......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Graveyard love My love is dead, the woman too, and love is an emotion. They are lost. My feeling of love, which lived in me until now, but was discarded a long time ago. I was dumped, trampl......Read the rest...

...In the bounded citadel of slumbering souls, Where the search is mute and the waiting - an unwritten world, Wrestling roots of unplanned love twist and coil, Bursting wild in the field where reason......Read the rest...

... Time has weathered its walls, and nature has claimed it as its own, with vines and foliage covering every surface as if foraging for room. The air is thick with a sense of dejic-mystery and signi......Read the rest...