Transplanting Poems - Poems about Transplanting

... Artificial blooms cause delight! Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies. My neighbour Oscar plants quirky realistic stems. Transplanting unkemp......

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...As I sat at the table in the cafeteria I was eager to feast on the food staring at me. I was oblivious to anyone around. A hysterical laughter caught my attention and pulled me out of my cocooned wor......

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...IS THIS...? Poem 8/17/ Written for Jim Eslinger , 37-year anniversary What are these specks we must trudge over, Transplanting ourselves from one wilderness to Another? Is this ......

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... Tomato King (self proclaimed) Written: by Miracle man 2-5-2020 Temps changed quickly from seventies to thirties, from sunny to snow in just twenty-four hours. Trees are still naked,......

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...Rice seedlings in hand, I transplant rice in the paddy field, And as I lower my head I see the sky that water does yield. For a good harvest, the roots must be kept pure and clean, Moving forward ......

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... Spring, Where Are You? The cold wind is blowing, with no sunshine showing, and now it is snowing! Spring, where are you? Plant life should be teaming new stems and buds stre......

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...Far from home in warfront a soldier dies His son a soldier receives the body Decorated with national honors. Mother’s arms around her son Her head reposed on his chest Finds the support she need......

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...Freshman geek. Computer nerd. Shy, sweet, not my type. So why did his presence follow me like A homeless, hungry puppy? Unforgettable, undeniable, irresistible. Just friends, but my heart alread......

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...The wall clock-- Imitating minutes to hours Of anxiousness, while The man Of the year Standing around in silent wait As my hope fades To the unknown grave The transporter that’ll make ......

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...The things we seldom know can always trip us up, until it is too late to make amends. When insight starts to dawn like a crystal bullet in the brain, time has wound it's course with cruel twis......

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