Plucking Poems - Poems about Plucking

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...

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Dad ordered a chicken to pluck, in the end he had some bad luck. Ready for the task. He got not as ask, not a dead chicken, a live duck!...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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