Weed Them Out Poems - Poems about Weed Them Out

...I, am bounded by emotions But I refuse to be reduced. Inside of me they revolve The combination, Let me mention. How much they cause confusion. When fear connects with anger I swear, I am he......Read the rest...

...O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown ......Read the rest...

...Life! Oh life! a walk beyond the eyes of map a pathless trap. Life, Oh life! boundless freedom— to choose a path a terrain, a weed ridden. Life, oh life! what a great way to learn of di......Read the rest...

... The storm had loosened the crabs last desperate grip and lifted it up on a wave, flung it onto rocks to let it die on its back. I looked at it with pity, picked it up and set it down, ri......Read the rest...

... The resolute mind indomitable, the feisty surfer on the waves of life of curled crests with strewn fractured moon and dark troughs of sunken stars, recedes with the ebb of time, looks out ......Read the rest...

... Weedy Eschatology By Mark D. Stucky The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in co......Read the rest...

... May we be blessed when we see a dandelion to take a moment and rejoice…. knowing coming face to face with a dandelion…offers us a choice… We can either see a simple weed there in the ground ......Read the rest...

... By the time it's officially Summer, Without a doubt, they will be arresting me. Presently, they are budding under the crape myrtle, which also will be stunning by summer. Most assuredly, all o......Read the rest...

...We picked out the crops and then set the seeds; We prayed for the rain that they would soon need. We battled the winds and fought with the weed; Just kept on thinking of w......Read the rest...

...We are fleeting apparitions, stepping between the threads of reality and the shadow, Children of a twilight that never ceases, neither white nor black, but both. Phantoms with hearts haunted by a s......Read the rest...

..."Tyger, tyger burning bright In the forests of the night…" Archaic spelling set aside, And not intending to be snide, But really, Mr. Blake, I take exception. While a tiger's luminosity May piq......Read the rest...

...son's hands tremble fierce all gas going to burn it up needs to find rhythm......Read the rest...

...All I need is a little weed to get me through my day So, Ill lick some glue on "Big Bamboo" and I'll roll myself a jay I don't need much of nothing and nothing needs much of me As long ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the burdens of countless nights, In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room, I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness into the stone of my heart, Blockin......Read the rest...

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...