Poppies Poems - Poems about Poppies

This weekend we remember those who sacrificed their lives for our Freedom. Let us never forget or take anything for granted. The red poppies grow By Michelle Morris 10/11/2024 The red poppies grow There where the men lay Blood spilled for our Freedom Blood not spilled in vain For our Freedom was built on their Souls Those...

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Blood-stained poppies mark the day that human sacrifice did harden the skins of the less murderous mass for such a brutal aghast affair, how the God all mighty would formidable bear witness to grief beyond repair Out into the fields, neither would yield-with bullets they would tear but what would a stealthy, shrewd general care if many died on duty which...

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Soft flimsy red moths settled like starving locusts over brittle straw...

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the poppies raise up like soldiers that salute in a field of silence...

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I think sometimes of the life there once was: Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods And insects flitted between the flowers. But when greedy hands infected the land, The beauty was ruined; life lost its home— And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts Were quickly replaced with thundering guns Foxes found their homes within dead bodies, And owls...

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A unicorn travels through the wheat fields and lays its dreams on pillows of poppies, In your fragrance of wind, as clover crowns itself in bloom, Over the evening horizon, see, stars were falling, And in a handkerchief, I knot the embroidery of the storm. Under my feet, dust grows, and lightning passes through me, The wind moves among the...

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I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation As I slowly perused this wide open space That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold The lake in its vastness reflected the...

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the poppies are singing my ears are ringing the bombs went off the poppies are singing the other teams winning for now the poppies are singing a ghostly tune for the bodies laid to rest far to soon the poppies are singing there are too many flowers of red and black in the field of defeat that's a fact the poppies are singing singing of there losses of our...

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Pretty pink and purple poppies perfume peaceful pastures and prance into picturesque poses. Proud patterns in pale light paint playful pictures in dust particles like pinpricks of precise punctuation. Promises are preached, pondered, prayed for and proven in this patient pastime. Pushed, pulled, put and pardoned by a precious and pure performance in her powerful...

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The hills come alive with vibrant poppy hues, From crimson red to golden yellow, a kaleidoscope of views. They cast their shadows on the valley's gentle slopes, A stunning aura, beauty that elopes. In my mind's eye, I envision my love so dear, Strolling with me through the poppy field, without a fear. Bathed in the gentle springtime sun's warm embrace, I...

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Day woke with the choir of birdsong and a meadow breeze, sweet as your kisses. What is this joy that leaves me filled with light, with laughter, with the promise of forever as you crown me with golden poppies? Our hands linked and our tomorrows joined; my bouquet is a bundle of cornflowers. Inspired by "How to Make it Snow" by Theodora Goss...

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"Fireflies and Sea Poppies" glow up a short life buzzing by lighting up the shoreline caves they're heading for silent crowded sanctuary stick fast like glow worms fire lit to cold walls words on the body of the conscious all written thoughts burning in soliloquay hear the call red sea poppies standing scarlet marked in high tide do not look back full front facing the...

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poppies whisper across the meadow solace of distant bells...

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Red poppies in hearts do fill- connected by war in conflict still. 19.7.23....

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