Weeding Poems - Poems about Weeding

Callous rows gone fallow human touch embraced Hate uprooted — Love replanted tilled in Heaven’s grace (Dreamdleep: February, 2024) ...

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Weeding When weeds grow on love We spend time weeding not loving And before we realize the rains are gone The land is dry and the love is dying. When love grows on weed We spend time loving not weeding And before we realize the rains are back The weed is gone and the love is thriving . ...

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I remember only too well when years ago and once more the clouds of my mind and soul hung way below the horizon pernicious weeds took well to it infested my brain grew roots and shooters obstructed neuronal pathways and pesticides only seemed to further all negative growth and now has come that time again I am not talking about a few thistles or dandelions more like...

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dribble of warm earth weeds piling up and wilting deep satisfaction HONORABLE MENTION written September 3, 2021 for "Elaborating Haiku" Poetry Contest All Poetry, September 3, 2021...

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Here we keep away the bad tendencies. I think the mind is on temptation. What you have is yours so debug it....

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His body glistens in the golden sun in youth his form solid as an ancient greek statue He labors hard in the fields weeding so others may eat wipes his brow from honest sweat Summer's heat unmerciful I to would go shirtless but my pale white gut would blind out the sun that shone on it Youth is fleeting, old hangs on...

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Walking into my garden, I notice things need doing, Fence needs painting, Weeding and pruning, And the grass needs cutting. Do not !!!! Get me started on the decking, I will cut the hedge instead, Greenhouse needs washing, Plants need potting, Think I will forget the ... decking. Hose pipes got a leak, So has the shed, Turf needs hoovering, Pebbles need brushing, I love my garden. It...

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Something that a garden's needing Often is a little weeding. Also, in my driveway's treads, Weeds do poke their little heads. Though my thumbs are far from green, I know weeds should not be seen; So I pull and yank and pluck When invaders run amok. Still, these plants keep on returning. Here's the lesson I am learning: Just like people, plants that lack Usefulness keep...

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