Potted Poems - Poems about Potted

...“It’s not what they say when you are there, it’s what they whisper after you leave.” ~~ Actor - Errol Flynn ~~ Whispers as you hu......Read the rest...

...Crystal eyes gleam at the prospect of scintillating sapphire blush gliding films of wonder dilate bliss driven lilac haze spasmodic orbital earth spinning obtuse lumen tangents of night mist ......Read the rest...

...Bet she knows she is odd the church crone says. I am confused “Who?” The new minister. I look around, still have no clue where or who she is. “Lady in blue polka dotted shirt,” the crone hisses. ......Read the rest...

...Be in no hurry, grow as you may, bending and turning whichever way. Water I will, and water I must, water, until you bout, had enough. Placed in the window facing the sun, to put on......Read the rest...

... Written: December 10, 2023 ____________________________________ Soft cashmere amethyst blossoms twinkle. lilac lace of their heavenly voice awaken singing the sp......Read the rest...

...The porch-potted have attenuated into stick insects. Geraniums are hallowed be dark moons, Fragility turns to desiccation. The red tin watering can is iced over by a fallen sun. Of a sudden......Read the rest...

...Son, let your mouth strangle silence - The silence that breeds pushovers For profitless is the burden of a caged tongue When spikes in thy bottom doth lodge. Son, let not the bubbling discour......Read the rest...

...The Hill of Howth During Horse Show Week 1972 June 16 is Bloomsday when in a world defying time which stately fat Buck Mulligan starts off with a swim and Stephen Daedalus feigns teaching and ......Read the rest...

... Humbling foliage, sprinkled in a bed A quiltlike pattern, reflecting heaven’s eiderdown, In notes, like a musician playing out the ballad Restoring hope in pieces - in precious leave......Read the rest...

...Where have the matchstick men and women gone, they used to walk home from the smoky factories just to light up? Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to? Even the birds chirrup less sweetly, Is it be......Read the rest...

...The Scream Fight pain Lose game Vampyr II Vein deep Bond keep The Brooch Perfect I wept Potted Plant Dank room My tomb Separation I ......Read the rest...

...or The Value of Romanticism "Suspicious of Reason, romanticists prefer leaps of faith -- in addition to leaps off cliffs, aside from bridges." -- in the soup the brain of Reason s......Read the rest...

...Inspired by the painting: Potted Plant on the Window-Sill By Edvard Munch 1882 I do not thrive Yet I am here Once nurtured Now left to own devices Viewer of the world as it passes by I can......Read the rest...

...A sultry Sunday afternoon at Shady Acres, unseasonably warm for February. Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, rises from a blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and wa......Read the rest...

...Said diaries, said Google and Bing: Rejoice, today’s the day of spring, But city was in doubt, Paved roads, not a green sprout, Soilless bare, it can show nothing. The streets’ tarred or ......Read the rest...