Taproot Poems - Poems about Taproot

...'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought my hand would write to describe the despair that's wound its way deep inside my heart. Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life, the taproot that ......Read the rest...

...We placed a pine box casket on a sawhorse table. There weren’t but little notice, did as best we able. I watched the flowers wilting in the heat of August. It seemed a shameful squander given what......Read the rest...

...She’s a switchblade, blackjack, Knuckle-duster dame. Got the proper block and tackle, Lash your rigging to the frame. She put the drill press to your taproot And the grindstone to your saber. G......Read the rest...

...Shadows are but sign posts, fleeting moment capsules, brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot, tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire, worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange r......Read the rest...

...Who am I, really? I want to explore my taproot I am h-o-m-o sapiens, by gender, one of those males A protestant of the Christian faith, entirely moot, A writer of many sermons, stories, poems, an......Read the rest...

...More popularity enjoys than medicine And often voiced by a sickly Harrison Towering above tablets and injections As it battles with flu and sister infections. Every illness shaking its taproot,......Read the rest...

...I am just a tree So be my taproot Not leaves that fall When seasons shoot Their bullets of fall I am just a man So be my life Not a wife that flees When things strike Like stings of bees ......Read the rest...

...By Dawne Zacharias The sexual roles have been reversed, woman now lead the home, men follow. Men, Can you return and become in all righteousness, the leader of the home, an effective father, a ......Read the rest...

...Bye bye love - say hello to my new goodbye. Once I was emanating my soul to your soul, but now it's driven straight into my deep taproot. You're a stain that can't be scrubbed up anymore.......Read the rest...

...I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat So pregnant with the surge of life, anew And busting through my heavy overcoat My first leaf juts the mantle, craving d......Read the rest...

...64 YEARS ~~~*~~~ 64 years, from puberty to the present. 64 years, I have witnessed mans ignorance! 64 years, of each other, cultures, colour, and creeds. 64 years, of no res......Read the rest...

...How the seasons change, my friend! I found myself today, admitting what I might have done, had fate not clogged the way. And, truly, I have always thought, that much escapes control. Yet, I ......Read the rest...

...Chorus X 2 I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart I wish you see the torment of your short absence and also to feel the weight of my......Read the rest...

... Wild Indigo... Color of my third eye Elevates my soul To universal realms Of blissful peace. July 3, 2017 Baptisia Australis or Wild Indigo: Has a mild toxin that makes them unpalata......Read the rest...

...Gratitude A co-empathic sense of trust, awe, appreciation of echo-resonant deep-listening resolving life. Gratitude Autumnal taproot harvesting spring-hope, just as summer's nutritional mat......Read the rest...