Pistil Poems - Poems about Pistil

...CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Sung to the tune of “I Paint My Lips Red” by an anonymous courtesan or Li Ch’ing-Chao loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch After swi......

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...Still Here You think I’m gone, that I left without a goodbye. You don’t see me in your mirror, but I’m here. You don’t hear me in the wind, but it echoes my tone. You don’t see my eyes in th......

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...Let one thousand flowers bloom But choose one to your liking What a beautiful watercolor loom Where we can intertwine our lightning The sepals must unfurl subtly (then supplely) handle the pisti......

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... A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain 18 June 24 -------- Comes the morning fog sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... ......

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... "Immaculate" I’d like to write something beautiful for once, divinely dripping with honey and milk that washes white like stamen juice over the uncut, the bees all com......

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...She’s not yet a teen but bigger than a bean and sweeter than Skittles can be. She dances around like a princess unbound and means the world to me. She’s a little erratic and sometimes gives st......

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...Sleep little tulip the night has come You need your rest before morning sun Close up your pistil, fold in your leaves Tuck all your petals into their sleeves And while you're asleep I'll be here ......

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...Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer are part of the same one. Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away from sunrise, chitteri......

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...I have a bowl for a head I have a bowl for a head Hollowed out for flowers You'd think I'd be dead I hold my soul in a lotus My soul is in a lotus My soul is a redhead As you already notice......

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...This is a funeral Why don't you accept This is a funeral And this is the death The candles are burning The red curtains drawn The oak casket glittering Like a pistil of dawn Nobody knew......

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...Tulips undress themselves in the warmth of spring sun, creating new seed for next year again. Tulips again Tulip flowers have one pistil (female) arising in thei......

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...Neath sun-kissed skies at sweet springtime leaves sprout and naked branches bless with clothes of green that lifts the mood from doldrums deep of winter past. Like bulging breasts, the buds bre......

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...Mary’s arbor is adorned with white petal tresses and twists of heritage roses that wander wistfully upwards with perfumed breezes that waft in luxurious languor. Sweet scents woo hummingbir......

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...Death’s Less Than Nothing! Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one / a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on thi......

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...My love, you have been distant and cold Your demeanor is resistant yet robust When will your skin feel and your mind unload When will your eyes open and your veins fill with lust My ......

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