Seedling Poems - Poems about Seedling

Like a seed Planted for a tree, I grow and grow My back, strong and tall Through thorns and thistles. You can't tell me I've not been through enough And I still won't go through some things more. But I'll flourish like a palm tree Just like the Psalms said Under the gentle care of the vine grower Clinging unto the branches Well aware of how...

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When a seedling, handsome wind caught my eye and together we flew with the birds Then, suddenly, I tumbled from the sky found myself in a land of rows in thirds. Other seedlings lived there and asked my name Bashfully, I answered, "I don't know it!” Then you're undoubtedly a weed—for shame! I just knew I would never outgrow it one day, wearing...

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On some days I don’t write any, On others I write plenty. It depends on my day, I have to process it and put it away. This writer needs to write all the time, I don’t know if it’s a flaw or by design. I write here and I write there, When the words come to me, it doesn’t matter where. I have...

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This held, two fingered, weeness; This infant plant, raised, with all Its roots, soiled, dangling. Sudden fright! A quiver-chill. Lovely, precious, vulnerable - The green Earth; marvelled in!...

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I sneak a seed into your ear. It blooms and blooms and you can't hear anything but the blossom, it grows and grows and its petals fall where nobody knows. A day passes and it's formed a trunk of wood. I could have prevented it, I really could. Your head is clogged and your thoughts are stuffed with the tree and its...

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The seed is planted deep Down within the moist soil Slowly the seed cracks open Allowing roots to form and uncoil Reaching as far as it can up towards our father sky instinctively seeds do this, But, I cannot tell you why Growing, up through the earth the new seedlings climb Yearning for the Sunshine’s warmth during the daytime Finally making it through Mother Earth’s crust charging and...

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------------------------- Seedling Its only a dream a little tiny green sprout waiting to take root ...

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At first, it was merely a seedling of hope, struggling hard to cope. And yet, it felt new, as it slowly grew. People proved they cared how older folks fared. The right questions asked, their tears were unmasked. Wash your hands with soap truth's a safety rope, at first, it was merely a seedling of hope. (Rhyme) 08/14/2020...

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Sunny days are really warming Evening makes you become yawning Everybody is laughing while working Digging seed to get good cropping Ivy poison is a dreadful thing Needs medicine to heal your rushing Getting ready to prepare for Thanksgiving...

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In a florid month of May I trod a field one sunny day All is alluring- yes I can say Draped with flowers along its way. And in the verdant field I see Every man with its tree But lo, one sapling was left behind With no one with but loneliness entwined. Poor seedling on the ground It withered without a sound For when...

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A tiny seed deep in the Earth starving for the light Pushing hard against the soil one day springs to life Looking like a fragile twig not knowing where to go Standing still for all the world will soon, put on a show........

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Biding, Burrowing. Building, breaching, burgeoning... Breathing-- BLOSSOMING!...

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You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there. After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear. One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout. Seven mornings later you poked your needles out. Then came a new world of warmth and light, and...

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The apple of your eye? That compliment is dead. Instead, you left me dry, Through cored-out tears I shed. And now the cage I call my heart, Or perhaps a fortress, rather Cold and in the darkness now, For this I thank you, Father....

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Drifting languid, light upon the damp breeze, the seeds of milk weed fairy fly upon the aching air. Snow white, weightless, dancers skirts upturned before the coarser green of velvet lawn they flee. Backlit as virgin lovers upon the meadow’s spawn. The castle walls dare not belay the upward loft with daunting gray for on fragile wings in autumn damp The world is full,...

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