Thicket Poems - Poems about Thicket

Mama always said “the worlds gonna hurt you”, Well mama, I don’t want you to know what I’ve been up to. Karma, Shades of red, Words hurdle to my mental. Go harder, The drugs gossip, We never really heard you. Never got my guards up, I’d rather end up dead than we burn you. Forgot...

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In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not extinguishing in the beating winds of history, Guarding the pure light that does not fracture from darkness. Shadow does not frighten me, in the tumultuous whirl of the...

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In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep, I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope. Science tells me to believe in the dance of matter, in the sophism of time's flow, That I am but a leaf in the wind, a bead in the long string of dominoes, falling at day's touch. In...

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From the thistle and vine From the thicket of thorn Into the light of the morning Out from the briar patch, gone In a flicker of light Into the glimmer of dawn Slipping out at the daybreak With the rise of the sun In the ticking of time From the clock on the wall Ring the bells of a new day...

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Blossoming flowers that grow in the thicket of time Valentine cards carefully written growing ageless with time In loving care with the moon, a glowing cupid darts about with spriteful aim shooting gold tip arrows full of magic targeting Valentine souls of the world, when they...

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As I idled on the grass I heard a little cricket, But I could not see him though, He was somewhere in a thicket. I found his chirping charming An engaging chap was he, But just where he was chirping from, Was quite a mystery. Yet I did not search I listened That was quite enough for me, He could chirp away all day I enjoyed...

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I crawl through the thicket O’er windswept conclusions a’ mist in the air In fragrance that comes to my heart so aware Of sundrenched magnolia beneath empty shade To steal every ounce of your caring displayed I touch to the heavens a wing and a prayer Belief in the joy that is felt everywhere When oceans fall further than all eyes can...

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I walk into such thicket for such answers Life purpose For hope of learning nature’s charms To find life purpose For those days I lay dying I hope to not discover—not living I not want this life to live Not to give up. Unless it neededly be so I wanted to remove from life: That which that that fight bad [And]Cowardly chaos I sought to rim wide...

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My trembling feet may venture Where others dare not go These fingers touch the blood red thorns And remind my heart to beat slow But still the sparrow sings to me Quietly from the dogwood tree Echoing across the falling leaves "Come to me, come to me."...

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It’s an old dog day when the dragonflies play and the pines smell sweet in the Big Thicket heat. A shallow creek a-runnin’ and the lazy turtles sunnin.’ Soft sand under feet in the Big Thicket heat. Cicadas sing and fly in a raucous lullaby. A siesta can’t compete in the Big Thicket heat. Then night gently falls and an old owl calls while tree frogs greet in the...

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I remember the dance of the Indians As we lay behind our thicket fence And the rain fell just as they wished I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there Moving bodies flowed like they were meant To be together until the bitter end So? You ran away from your heart Nothing really seems...

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As the burning bush astral signals impale me all at once I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet running from the siren song That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves the ivory cuts me to sheaths Beyond embryonic sheets I cry for a spiritual sleeve To wipe my jaundice tears I'm a derelict trespassing the backtrack on...

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