Weeds Poems - Poems about Weeds

Dewdrops kiss my skin A silver coat over my shoulders, green There's magic in every morning. In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters They sway their hips, they nod their heads petals fall at my feet. The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues red, white and purple too The birds come piping morning's tune. ...

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Too Many Weeds Never a break? Traffic overlapping. Nothing is parallel. Busy world. (Like Ants) No time to rest. Dirt settled. Weeds crawl upward. Race to nowhere. People are always in a hurry. Weeds grow slowly. Take time to breathe. Time is fading. Too many weeds. Ashes descending. A road burning. Congested streets. Always worried. ...

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The garden grumbles with unruly weeds, petals sigh into broken loam, no footsteps find the gate....

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The witch of the woods watches from the window, While willows’ webs weave wildly in the wind, And wicked whiffs of worm-water are wafting From the whirling well of woe and wallow....

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Little yellow flowers on dark green stems – hesitant blessings, flowing down from Him the Maker of all creation the Maker of light and grace the Maker, my precious Savior the Reason I believe in His gift, a cross, a love that forgives – every sin, all the worst I’ve been… dandelion wishes, just weeds yet they’re precious blessings to all who truly believe – in...

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I gaze upon a sea of roses, That paint the valley green, But I see the weed that poses As grass in beauty serene. Red roses soar, ‘bove the hills And not daisies nor the nettles, Can distract from the frills Of the sweet, sweet rose petals. But pale roses bound, In bands so, so tight, ‘Till the poor stems sound,...

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Roses are pretty but do they have enemies do they have foes or do they just sit there pretty gin rows though no one knows lilys are lovely but would they lie or sit there lonely and cry daisies are dandy but would they destroy or would they cry wither and die if weeds if...

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Pick one or two, then that night we may dream of fragile petals around our dozing heads, we may feel butterfly kisses, they tickle, but it’s all perfectly innocent, their subtle perfumes will ease us into peaceful dreams. Not so those cultivated blooms, roses and such, they will linger, pout and sulk demanding more and more aspirin, then go slimy on us. Most consider weeds to be too common to...

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Why do weeds wear blooms of grace, Hidden in corners in their secret place? Risen in cracks, in fields unplowed Stands a splash of color, tall and proud Unwelcome, they say, as they pierce the rigid ground. Perhaps in weeds, there lies a truth, That beauty shines despite its youth. They grow where no man dares to tread Encompassed in pink and...

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Home is the place to be, Except for mess, you see, Woke up, my hair's a mess, Fat hips a mess, I confess, Craft den's a mess, Home office mess bless, Clutter made this clutter, Simple swearing I do utter, Went to sit in the sun, Weeds making their own fun, Mess multiplication, Seed proliferation, My brain's stinking thinking, Into mess I've been sinking, I sat down to laugh, God...

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no rain brings no weeds grass ceases to survive like clockwork it rains rain brings many weeds grass becomes green once again daily mowing starts...

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weeds have no purpose then to be pain in the butt after six inches...

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Calm winds a bright day Music I sing As I walk along the way I see home Not Far But Near.... So, I travel on This road without fear. ...

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Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street – Glittering like emeralds To some – to a majority – Proving their travails....

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The kids that sing silently And the kids that grow like dandelions Out from St.Augustine lawns The ones with October-sheltered downcast pupils That tuck pride into calf-high stockings They don’t see trouble, Their heads lifted up towards angelic heavens Bodies stranded on those cracked-sidewalks....

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