Pruned Poems - Poems about Pruned

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...Wilted flowers Wilted flowers lie in empty fields Days pass as flies scour, Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten. The sun flickers as each minute weans by An empty shell of you left in bloo......

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...I didn’t plant that garden tree But thinking, I just let it be I knew I should have cut it out But felt within to let it sprout And so, as seasons came and went I pruned this tree, its bole I ......

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...Dark red, luscious apples felled from her own tree long ago Under the beaming sun plummeted with a soft, aching blow The sweat drips and plops, scruple over a furrowed brow Upon the discovery of......

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...You’re in the garden, playing ball with Pippa In half an hour you’ll have your evening meal The green of grass is glowing slightly deeper I’m playing solitaire and thinking if you feel Same as I ......

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... A friend is a flower that needs to be cared for, an enemy is a thorn that needs to be pruned, a friend is a plant that needs to be c......

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...T i m e stops for no one, as searing seconds swerve through seasonal squalls, thawing frost that sleeps upon the necks of onyx roses, where pain is etched in skeletal sins~ across pruned plumes......

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...pruned and trimmed blooming flowers butterflies......

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...Where liveth preen for empathy Drew ragged, Poor sawbones perscribed "where in pain warrants lithe deformities" Swimming, Loathed from the east Collared, Hung dry, Pruned by the sweat of a......

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...“free from conditioned belief no agenda on our shelf vibrant as the light of Self life flows on all by itself” Love of raw self is liberating It is a beautiful thing to esteem Self ac......

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...Every January first of the new year... finds me (a doggone muttering *****sapien) to give pause for reminiscences and to take stock (sh lock and barrel) about mein kampf in general and previou......

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... P.C. # 39 ======= Out in the Ranch I'm-a wranglin' words, ......

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...So many live life as a masquerade With guarded heart and masking face It’s not until we lose or gain in faith That we are pruned to grow by grace As the year ends we regret deaths Thinking of......

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...At sixteen, I heard the tale of Qays the Madman. I laughed as it was told, wondering, How can one be so vulnerable of heart, To let someone hold it carelessly, Like a child clutching fragile glas......

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...September 2051 Early afternoon part of one plan unfolded Amaliah asked, "You can really cook?" Damian replied, "aaye sis I've been a bachelor with my own place for some years before I marri......

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