Pluck Poems - Poems about Pluck

The Rind of What I Pluck

I woke up from my slumber,
I even wear a cucumber,
I heard a timber,
What is simmer,
I don't have a glitter,
I know how to make it better,
With enough of sluther,
I am not a chatter,
My mind is not cluttered,
I admired a butler,
I am not honoured to be sudder,
A sudden beat to my heart,
I want to make it last,
A

Pluck the wind

One day the flower
Of your beauty,
Inspired by an angel 
Of ancient time, 
Its light with me,
Her wings extended.

The sun and the moon
Dance with her music,
Echoing,
Like gems of time,
The world waiting
To pluck the wind.

Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext

Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext,
As though my being were trying to catch the last drops of your receding waters.
You leave our novels under the clear summer sky, waiting for all that was
To evaporate, to be lost in the sun, to detach from us as easily as morning dew.
An

Pluck a Poet

Loves me, Loves me not?
Loves me, Loves me not?
Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals!
Counting the fingers and toes
of a poet, is ever so biased as well!
My dear, do you pluck me as a poesy, rhymester bard, 
to test my love for you in similar ways? 
To test the mettle of my

Don'T Pluck the Roses

So now don't pluck the roses
Only thing left at peace
A simple flower, that blooms at ease
Stuck in soil
It can not move
They dance to songs
They sing to tunes

So now don't pluck the roses

Because other creatures-
Of this realm
They send 'fire-crackers'
To some other lands
The ones that they count as,-'not their friends'

So now don't pluck the roses

The roses laugh

They Lovs Me They Love Me Not Pluck a Petal Joke

Pray pretty please won't you
tell me and let me know

Which 1 you think i am in fact

As i am both severely and uterly
confused as i alone think i can not
be both at the same time

I am in fact to believe i am the
1 you compliment behind my 
back 

And speak of in ohh unsuch
glowing terms

A Little Pluck

There’s nothing like a little pluck
To somehow get things going
For you can’t simply count on luck
To grow the seeds you’re sowing.

A gentle push, a subtle poke
Can change the day’s direction
And hopes you thought went up in smoke
Can have a resurrection.

Of course, there is no guarantee – 
Some efforts may be thwarted – 
But if your

Pluck and Verve

when on one's mettle
beware the backlash spring, from
backbiter take downs

Want To Pluck Her Off the Mountain

She parades around swishing her peacock robes in our faces
Toodlie Doo I say, but not out loud
fearing her flying monkeys

some bow in a pretend honor 
I know better 
I hear their hearts sneering

Pompous pride wavers not as she makes her rounds
She is displeased with me I know
Am I the only one who will not genuflect?

It

Don'T Pluck Leaves and Flowers

        I 
       am 
      a leaf
    plucked
   from a tree
  by a cruel boy
 playfully, without
any thought about
my life. I am hungry,
thirsty & very lonely
 am waiting for my
 

Pluck

PLUCK
courage
against odds

righteous balancing
prepared to fight bullies
snake cleverness, dove wisdom

“With keen weapons love defends”


9/7/2020
Joseph May’s Pyramids Contest

Black Spot Pluck

My friend,out of desperation 
I need to stick my fingers
deep inside your heart
and pluck out that big black spot
Everyone would be much better off...
You could finally earn that medal
put your humanity on the podium
a halo of gold around your soul
but you won't let anyone get close enough...
so, the black spot grows thistle- cold 
cleaves the

- Haiku X 146 - the Last Pluck of the Petal -

a oxeye daisy
                              you don't love me - you love me
               

Villanelle 5 'Death Goes A-Begging, Once We Pluck His Sting'

Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!
(Christ did it first, but we must do’t again!)
In Imitation of Christ, laugh and sing!

Though Christ has shot the arrow through the ring,
Still we must live out parables, now and then,
Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!

Though we fear passing, falcons on the wing…
We dive, and bring

I'Ll Pluck the Poisonous Parrot With a Proverb

I’ll pluck the poisonous parrot with a PROVERB:
‘Nob’dy can make you feel inferior without your consent!’*

(But WHY
Would I give my consent,
ANYWAY?)

(Because it’s a habit!)
(Because DREAMS are SCARY)

(The mean little P.P. SABOTAGES words with words)

…a little advice:  pull out the tail-feathers first,
Then pop the poisonous parrot in the pot,

And it will resolve into a fine

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