Plucking Poems - Poems about Plucking

Plucking Petals

she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
 a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
 would that she could glue them back but it is done
 and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
 even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
 and there are fresh new

Plucking the Fringe

plucking the fringe
   off birds of a feather
   the skies have eyes
   the balloons have weather


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Plucking Valour

Courage is the pivot between cowardice and recklessness

harmony for the brave soul as reward for stout-heartedness


I used to enjoy pints of Guiness with a few drams alongside

shared my sorrows with the bottle which never talked back


As realist and high society drinker my glass was never empty

not half full but always topped to the brim and

Plucking the Poisonous Parrot

Begone voice of venom!
You shan't intimidate me. You claim control? Wish to lay me low?
I stand firm.Your words hold no more sway.They are feckless.
You regurgitate ad nauseum the same toxic, pernicious recriminations. 
And nibble at my conscience with whispers of peccability.
But you forget : 'I am absolved of guilt, free from bondage, deaf to your

Plucking the Poisonous Parrot

The heavens scent of layers varnish,
upon layers then grow and tarnish,
like a stockade wrapped with palisades.
A battlement inside playing charades;
as the volume gets louder - louder,
won't turn off or fade. Battering
turbulence that goes on for hours.
You can hear the low thrum plucking
then growing. Breeding a buzz
in your inner ears, like hornets
building a nest in your

Plucking Poisons From My Mind

Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.

Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations… 
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!

Skepticism, I conquer your attacking

Plucking the Poisonous Parrott

Plucking the Poisonous Parrot

Antonia had been a happy go lucky flamingo until her wings cracked

Now cascades of monotonous voices extracted venomous bickering

The parrot she took on as a charity case to quell her sadness now pecked 

And would not shut up until the cage engulfed both vicious black souls


In her black box of contempt and

Plucking the Poisonous Parrot---Satan's Parrot Arrkk

For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot---Satan's Parrot

Satan’s Parrot something nibbling @ your ear;
Somethin’ whispers wisps of fear;
Conceptions convections you can’t hide;
Something pecking at your heart   (tell your teacher lose it)
Tugging at your throat   (slap that doctor and the nurse)
Whispers of anarchy (curse your mother and father)
Won’t you come play wit me (condemn

Plucking the Poison Parrot Number 22

The poison parrot is repulsed by me, hates my art, laughs at my poems.
sneers when I enter my imaginary world, pokes fun at it.
She throws roadblocks into my mood zone,
destroys my great ideas as fast as they enter my dendrite alley.

You think you are something! Ha! She laughs. You are less than nothing.
No one will

Dandelion Plucking Tool

I am a bright yellow blossom
I spread beauty across the lawn
But, adults consider me a weed
And children play games
Wanting to pop off my head!
I am a Dandelion and deserve respect
I am prettier than muddy snow!
When I turn soft delicate white,
People shake me in the wind!
Do they realize my seeds spread more?
Now here comes a Dandelion

Plucking Flower Petals

Guarded virgin
Thorny rose
A special secret no one knows

Budding beauty
Purest white
Such desires you ignite

Careless whisper
Moonlit fling
Angels cry as demons sing

Muffled whimpers 
Silent screams
Cruel, yet passionate, carnal dreams

Plucking Petals

plucking petals
of a dandelion—
child laughter


Copyright March, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
a child laughs Revised for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Three Line Verse
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

Plucking Time

Falling…falling autumnal leaves twirled
and coiled on pale of deepened trees;
night’s solstice graces wise age
pondering on youth’s flames...
gentle breeze, be kind
when moons request
for last hours
throbbing
wild!


Late June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Plucking Grapes Along the Lane

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the chatter of birds

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the sun sets purple

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
mom’s call to supper

Plucking Stars

You come here with your will of steel
and make me want to cry.
Fate laughs and spins the roulette wheel
as you sit patiently by.

I fear for what I feel is right,
I've felt it from the start.
How can we stop this soul's collide
without injuring a heart?

My angel with the fragile wings-
My gentle hero with those hands-
You lift

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