Pinecone Poems - Poems about Pinecone

a pinecone its very sweetness is what repels us its life's blood draining out and we think only of ourselves sticky, sticky pinecone there is beauty in all things if one only looks hard enough...

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I shared a crispy pinecone with you on a walk today The crunch under your shoe pierced the autumn air The disappearance of work replaced by laughter and play An effortless stroll down the street as a loving pair Let go, forget, and indulge in foolishness…embrace your kid at heart Laugh and have fun without reason Make fond memories you can...

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Pinecone fallen from the trees Tell me something if you please From where you hung up in the air Have you seen a woman fair? I'm looking for her far and wide To tell her I'll be by her side And that my love does not depend On anything she'd say or send Regardless still in silent thought My heart belongs to her, it's...

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Pinecone mold creatures in the forest lurk Dropped by elves and faerie on an autumn day Collecting them should be difficult work There is an underlying mist so light and gray From this enjoyable task I do not shirk. Lightly tiptoeing through the leaves today Mushroom hunting is my happiest quirk. Boots step gingerly careful of the fey...

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Floating down from trees Made for animals to eat Comes from the pine tree...

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I saw you up ahead By yourself Off to the side In the still brown winter grass Scales tightly woven At the tip Releasing only halfway The nearest pinetree Over 100 metres away A Squirrel surely brought You this far and gave up Now you will survive Among my family Of Lake Superior Rocks and driftwood Abandoned birdnests And other found Forest orphans Forever Loved 02/22/17...

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some say the limbs of trees are telling chapters a pinecedars verse in still measure. some say a branch can speak as it splinters. with cinders regognizable for seedling faith. now pineconed buddha's roll around me with secrets inclosed in thier bellies telling me that i look like you. those same lines round the eyes, photosynthetic daylight...

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