Plants Poems - Poems about Plants

We are spring plants Stretching towards the sunlight, There is no excuse for "I can't"s If we strive and don't lose sight We will bloom and produce fruit As long as the summer season permits, If we work with an earnest pursuit In autumn we can harvest the benefits....

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As I continue to deep in myself with poetry I discover a new language, foreign Almost like unscrambling the word pattern Using a mixture of ingredients to describe a pride Finding early 2000 websites to create a blog Showing people my words anonymously. Hello new world! Please welcome me with such care. ...

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too many u t l i p s belly ache and tongue lickin's ~ every bite sickens ...

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THE PLANT CUT,I DON'T KNOW Oh! how I worry about them I don't know whose name The plants red and yellow Whose pain I hardly swallow. What means of that Britishian But geninuely I like as vegetation, I'm hurt they were ut rudely Only for this that are toxicly With long horn,but I swear One day the all cut,cause faults bear....

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As the smiles in the cloud brighten, a cloudburst of joy sends gentle kisses on our rooftops, pouring down clouded tears— bottled-up emotions to quench the thirsts of humans, plants, animals... and phantoms. The trees— with feet rooted deep in earth— stood humble as a worm. The birds~ ...

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the Metamorphoses blamed it for the death of lovers who met under its branches for suicide the Old Testament believes blood from its fruit triggered war elephants to do battle against Jews wings peppered with color fold together when at rest ancient artists who became inspired made them immortal in stone insecta we share with flowers now praying to be left alone ...

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Against the side fence, four long planks of wood ascended like steps supported on pillars of old red bricks serving as a stand for my Grandmother's collection of potted plants. Cuttings from exotic species gifted by friends, passed down family heirlooms harboring memories of past lives, feathery ferns and plump bellied cacti battled South Australian frosty winters and the baking heat of a...

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Being alive to see the next day Allows for people to look my way They see a soul with gall and sway But there are a few things I'd like to say My viewpoint on life is somewhat unusual I look to the ground for an explanation of the usual A wish to understand the growing of the land And lend my...

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An animal in search of a suitable zoo Learned to speak, read and write A man in search of a dream Successfully lost his ability to think A robot in search of a sense of humour Imagined himself to be human And burst out laughing for the first time Only the plants weren't looking for anything Taking life as it comes Dying...

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My dance with plants In the quiet chambers of my beating heart, A tale of resilience unfolds, a life torn apart. See I, my friend, Am the longest survivor, A warrior against shadows, A flame that burns brighter. Cancer, That insidious thief of days, Crept into my veins, seeking to erase. But i stood firm, faced the tempest’s wrath, And in the darkest nights, I found my path. Chemotherapy, a...

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Tears slide down from ebony eyes Burgundy broken heart burnt fried Wounded by words like stones that fly Stunting self esteem killing pink pride You speak kindly to strangers though You even greet plants finely and they grow Yet you blindly hurt the ancestors soul With your desire to let the truth be told It’s not what you say but how you do Everyone...

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Big fangs Strong claws Sharp hooves Men's guns Instruments of species survival Let's hope for a vegan revival....

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Midst rocks and dried leaves Beauty in midst of chaos Small plants grow up....

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The fern spreads out to form a perfect fan, A pleasing show with pristine symmetry. Proud fronds with discipline, a splendid sight And offspring fiddleheads are unfurling. On verticals the ivy clings and climes To form a confusion of fresh foliage. With lower leaves vying for vital light. Chaotic show of ivy anarchy. Two digitalis stems stand straight and...

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IV. Interconnected Web Teach your children the ethos of the rampart- of the earth under their feet. Is it more than just soil? It's heaven — The Chosen Hallowed Retreat Where we connect For you must see life as fully rich with the resounding vibrations of our ...

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