Potted Poems - Poems about Potted

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 a show you're having fun. As the day settles groomed for the night, grow as you may beneath the moon's light....

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Written: December 10, 2023 ____________________________________ Soft cashmere amethyst blossoms twinkle. lilac lace of their heavenly voice awaken singing the spotlight life within a swamp mallow ideal tint spring scent vases full hiding vision disguise blue on the outside you sky purple hues ascend smoke on water nature's and fragrance moving from sniffing soap lilacs on...

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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 leaves, Stems resolving to color the heart in reprieve Heterogeneous knowledge in the awing power of leaves and stems, Plants who live to silence every darkness – hushing Even the pain and fear, awakening...

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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 choose to lean towards the sun Or wither in the dank dark airless room I cannot leave But I can lean towards the sun Ready to thrive When I...

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When we first saw Columbus; his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore; us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy, that marinated mariner who brought news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting, both of which we natives had no use for. Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream that natives should never, could never forgive him for the insidious...

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She marks another birthday by planting a flowering annual in a pot, a forget-me-not for her forgetful mind. Nowadays she primes herself using visuals to clarify memories. If at dawn, a pale moon lingers long enough to marry a rising sun, she will dance alone, a slow crazy dance, up in her high tower, from there she can look across the rooftops imagining routes...

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I can’t get the moors out of my skin - me the wild bog asphodel now planted in a pot in tame Ohio. The moors grind you into peat and gritstone, they keep walking you around while the open spaces sweep you dry, even in the downpouring sky, even under the bitter grasp of banshee winds. Who would lament the bone hammering miles trudged between hags and toughs, the...

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Potted Sinks Round around round around on and on and on Makes me dizzy this crazy ing thing That spans decades almost centuries One time France is the bad guy Another Germany is the enemy Then Russia is the opponent Not to forget Japan pissing many off And England they were the top one Now it’s Red China who is the bad turtle In future...

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PERFECT POTTED Goat - A Haiku baking wintertime why a little, kind goat feeds at the perfect pot 3/23/19...

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Potted Bios of William the Conqueror, William Rufus and William the Fourth First a quick word on Robert the Devil, whose turbulent  life turned out quite a revel. He fathered a child on a poor tanner's daughter then dashed to repent in Jerusalem's quarter, but on his return, sad to say, he died, yet he set up his son, his...

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Potted Meat Sal, Glued a Duckpond to Old Val,and in the winter, she collected Pearly Queens, But instead of fish and carrots, she had parrots in her slippers, And two miles of the M40 in her jeans....

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I potted up a plant, with love, for you; Although I fear it could turn out a weed: I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue... It wasn’t something that I really do, But when I found a bird’s discarded seed, I potted up a plant, with love, for you. I could present you with a species new! Perhaps I’ve...

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