Pluck Poems - Poems about Pluck

I woke up from my slumber, I even wear a cucumber, I heard a timber, What is simmer, I don't have a glitter, I know how to make it better, With enough of sluther, I am not a chatter, My mind is not cluttered, I admired a butler, I am not honoured to be sudder, A sudden beat to my heart, I want to make it last, A...

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One day the flower Of your beauty, Inspired by an angel Of ancient time, Its light with me, Her wings extended. The sun and the moon Dance with her music, Echoing, Like gems of time, The world waiting To pluck the wind....

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Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext, As though my being were trying to catch the last drops of your receding waters. You leave our novels under the clear summer sky, waiting for all that was To evaporate, to be lost in the sun, to detach from us as easily as morning dew. An...

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The heart is a harp with strings to pluck, A melody within, an intricate luck. Each string, a feeling, a vibrant chord, In the symphony of life, where tales are stored. In gentle whispers or tempest's roar, The heart's tender strings, they adore. A harmony crafted, a soulful embrace, In the heart's chambers, a sacred space. With every beat, a note takes flight, A...

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Loves me, Loves me not? Loves me, Loves me not? Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals! Counting the fingers and toes of a poet, is ever so biased as well! My dear, do you pluck me as a poesy, rhymester bard, to test my love for you in similar ways? To test the mettle of my...

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So now don't pluck the roses Only thing left at peace A simple flower, that blooms at ease Stuck in soil It can not move They dance to songs They sing to tunes So now don't pluck the roses Because other creatures- Of this realm They send 'fire-crackers' To some other lands The ones that they count as,-'not their friends' So now don't pluck the roses The roses laugh...

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Pray pretty please won't you tell me and let me know Which 1 you think i am in fact As i am both severely and uterly confused as i alone think i can not be both at the same time I am in fact to believe i am the 1 you compliment behind my back And speak of in ohh unsuch glowing terms...

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There’s nothing like a little pluck To somehow get things going For you can’t simply count on luck To grow the seeds you’re sowing. A gentle push, a subtle poke Can change the day’s direction And hopes you thought went up in smoke Can have a resurrection. Of course, there is no guarantee – Some efforts may be thwarted – But if your...

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when on one's mettle beware the backlash spring, from backbiter take downs...

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She parades around swishing her peacock robes in our faces Toodlie Doo I say, but not out loud fearing her flying monkeys some bow in a pretend honor I know better I hear their hearts sneering Pompous pride wavers not as she makes her rounds She is displeased with me I know Am I the only one who will not genuflect? It...

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I am a leaf plucked from a tree by a cruel boy playfully, without any thought about my life. I am hungry, thirsty & very lonely am waiting for my ...

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PLUCK courage against odds righteous balancing prepared to fight bullies snake cleverness, dove wisdom “With keen weapons love defends” 9/7/2020 Joseph May’s Pyramids Contest...

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My friend,out of desperation I need to stick my fingers deep inside your heart and pluck out that big black spot Everyone would be much better off... You could finally earn that medal put your humanity on the podium a halo of gold around your soul but you won't let anyone get close enough... so, the black spot grows thistle- cold cleaves the...

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a oxeye daisy you don't love me - you love me ...

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Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting! (Christ did it first, but we must do’t again!) In Imitation of Christ, laugh and sing! Though Christ has shot the arrow through the ring, Still we must live out parables, now and then, Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting! Though we fear passing, falcons on the wing… We dive, and bring...

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