Salvia Poems - Poems about Salvia

...Salvia sagebrush So excellent pleasant herb So good to stomach......Read the rest...

...Trying to overcome the enemy Society calls celebrity Feeding on social media Regurgitating stupidity & salvia Driving off the cliff of existentialism Crashing head first into television Starr......Read the rest...

...An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausag......Read the rest...

...melodic buzzing weave purple salvia bliss: transparent wings fly......Read the rest...

...Stokey 2014 I am working the door At an all night bar Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone. These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much. There’s a t......Read the rest...

...A-Z Latin and Common names of plants. A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches. C is for Campanula some are short and som......Read the rest...

...Chewed stalks brown corn Skeleton dead heads of sunflowers rotten tomatoes and watermelons fruitless vines and weeds waist high Purple salvia blooms shine Orange Marigolds **ideas--------- ......Read the rest...

...Man becomes a bee assaulting a rosebud. Death, do not punish for unlived years when Budha was sitting inside me. At center stage a dance begins wading through salvia and absinthes. The soil craves f......Read the rest...

...Sweet scent salvia Singing for the Humming Birds Pierce the densest smog......Read the rest...

.... . . thoughts of the high desert, Oregon, 1971 Sage is a member of the Salvia family . . . — Sage is the aromatic Salvia the high desert bloom the scent of inland Oregon t......Read the rest...

...The red salvia colors our lawn, Later their flags are withdrawn As the winter arrives and destroys Innocent, red-flower joys.......Read the rest...

...Man becomes a bee assaulting a rosebud. Death, do not punish for unlived years when Budha was sitting inside me. At center stage a dance begins wading through salvia and absinthes. The soil c......Read the rest...

...Pocono Dawn Dawn crept over the horizon, like a muffled piece of grey felt; cloaked in mist, blanketed in opalescent fog. As the minutes pass, the powder blue of morn seeped atop jagged toot......Read the rest...

...On Christmas day I cried, No family to hug. Only a blessed pair of shoulders to shrugg. Cough drops and lost salvia. Precipitation hot as lava. Living room packed yet so empty. Heavy tear......Read the rest...