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Short Plant Food Poems

Short Plant Food Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Plant Food by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Plant Food by length and keyword.


Premium Member We Are Flowers of Life
You are a rose, with prickly words and thorny ways.
Your life is hardy like a mum and a bit dull like one too.
My cousin is an orchid, delicate and bristly, brittle.
One strong wind could end her.

My twin is a sunflower, bright yellow with a friendly face
Greeting everyone with positivity and warmth.
I am a hydrangea, ready to change color,
Angrily waiting for the right plant food again....

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Categories: plant food, life,
Form: Free verse



We Win
democrats, take a deep breath
thats the smell of victory
look over your shoulder
that's the past behind you
in front of you is the future
and it's a virgins birth
that you have to believe in
reach out and build a bridge
not a wall
plant food instead of weapons
build instead of destroy
believe instead of denigh
it's a shame that we have the 
question "why"
because without it we wouldn't
have the lie that started this whole mess...

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Categories: plant food, allegory
Form: I do not know?
Vibrations
Vibrations


Even when everything is calm
Sometimes I feel as if the Earth is talking
Signals, a tingling feeling  
An event is about to occur


Electric currents flow through my body
Some unseen, mysterious force
Feelings of impending danger
Coming from an intelligent mind


To plant food for the summer harvest
And hungry mouths everywhere to feed
Great love, strong bond; a kinship to this planet
Is not far beyond my reach



William Morrissey 12/04/12...

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Categories: plant food, mystery,
Form: Prose Poetry
My Bonsai
dry and stiff,
still standing lifelessly on my coffee table,
pieces falling slowly below,
even in death the glow of my 19-inch TV comforts you,
even if I thought more chemical plant food would sustain you through my negligence.
"Plants need water!" my mom tried to say,
but I believed you looked fine,
pale green and vital.
My poor bonsai may not be living anymore,
but it will stay right where it is.
Standing gracefully next to my dead
aloe plant and the toenail clippers....

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Categories: plant food, death, imagination, loss,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Shattered Sighs