Plucked Poems - Poems about Plucked

God Planted That "Flower and That Garden"! It was called "The Garden Of Eden ! My Mother was planted in "The Garden Of Eden"! The Lord God Almighty plucked that specific "Flower" called "My Mother" out of "The Garden""His Garden" that "He called""Eden"! God plucked that flower out of his "Garden for his own...

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THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER Wondering lonely as a floating firmament, Seeing a petal held up by the branch Like a host of golden daffodils, In the green pastures of nature whistling sounds of peace Besides the still lakes of serenity, I apply as the gardener in the vineyard Mulching the gracious garden As my weary toes grips mother earth. To pluck the flower...

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" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road" Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others Family loves me, am well fed must agree When insects sit on me, I am...

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I suddenly became aware (although rooted motive not clear) avoiding self castration ere yours truly back during forty three plus summers ago (do the math and figure out what year) long haired pencil necked geek applied dull razor to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair covering these skinny legs. The missus asked me (hitherto known as her bozo) just mere moments ago to craft humorous poem to glow nsync with the...

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soft scent of spring blooms a rose throbbed in thorns, a warm gaze close. urge to hold and pluck your smile, will I fall in love, who knows? 29th March 2020 Sponsor Jenish Somadas Contest Name Let the Pens Flow - Jueju...

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from Mother's garden radiant orchids are plucked--- adorning her crypt 3/15/2019 Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku- Sponsor: Dear Heart...

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Beneath a far moon love's fragile rose dies The stem with its thorns has crumbled by fate The truth of demise assists hopeless cries To fear the dark has come to suffocate This beautiful flower akin to fire Turned a weathered old stem, brittle and brown Robbed of its scents of unabashed desire Never again to wear the royal gown Love's blood drips...

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Plucked for you, this little flower Given in earnest, modest gift Posies and love bloom by the hour Plucked for you, this little flower Sun kissed and rain wet by shower Hoping yellow, your worries lift Plucked for you, this little flower Given in earnest, modest gift...

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From bud to bloom she watched me grow In my garden where love for him was first begot One day she plucked my petals, whispering low, "Does he love me, or love me not?"...

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. Down in the valley’s cold iced over pond there lies one lone white lily so waiting to be plucked *Inspired by: Nette...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing wound grating my belly on a dappled day, a day breathing of tender winds and violins. Perhaps, the strains of notes shuttle me back to my grandfather’s library sitting on books and archaic telescopes. Here, we would empty the shoulders from a rough sail; he scattering fiddle...

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Romantic soft curves Mesmerizing cords Necked fretted sound board By Robb A. Kopp...

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Lone Little flower Wiliting in the sun Sentimental power Standing at a run Lost in lonesome sunshine Without a count of days Listening to moonshine And rough yet practiced ways...

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When I plucked out my brain, I saw it had roundness and grooves. So it was a wheel and fire. It was also made to aspire. There were literature and awe when it would move like an unlit seed in winter. I would come to despise its birth. It lacks a maid, a lover, and call nurse....

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