Plants Poems

We Are 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.

Hello New World!

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.

Ladybug

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belly ache and tongue lickin's ~
every bite sickens

The Plants Cut,I Don't Know

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.

Along with the thunder

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~

Monarch and Mulberry

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

My Grandmother's Pot Plants

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

I Am Thankful For

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

Only The Plants

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

My dance with plants

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

Tame Teal Tongue

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

Eat Plants

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

Small Plants

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

GARDEN PLANTS

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

Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey 'Part 4 of 6'

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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