Vining Poems - Poems about Vining

...For some, old time wanes; May yours continue to wax– Those waiting need you:- Keep sowing the word; Let shared guidance be reaped– Your wisdom flowing:- You have been chosen; Don’t fear th......

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... flowers in hues pretty that sway, flutter, and dance with spirit, soul, life, and essence flowers flowers petals in rows thirsting, drinking, smiling with sweet joy, bliss,......

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...A HEART THAT LOVES A heart that loves Is captivated by a pink sunrise, Which sings Out from the cover of the violet- Black lace of night tatted In the same patterns as angels’ wings.......

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...A nip in the air portends the coming days When summer wanes and autumn returns, All nature prepares in many diverse ways Flora and fauna nurturing various concerns, Even while Sept......

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... "cancer can attack your body but it cannot touch your heart and it cannot touch your soul and it cannot take away your courage. " Quote _Constance ......

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... Together – he and I – him and me We grow things in abundance Green beans, tomatoes, squash Okra, calves, chicks and pigs Guineas and turkeys, some kittens A puppy who is mostly grown ......

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...Come to a place of enlivening comfort. In this exotic garden, lift your lungs. Vanilla beans dangle from the vining orchid. A likeness of birthday cake baking awakens adrenaline, as exciting ......

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...locking legs and lips arms intertwined vining limbs even eyes seeing each other she is peanut butter and i am jam......

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...I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon, where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew, still, if the light should forget to shine......

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...notification of fire evacuation       slated to occur  April 12th, 2018 (between the hours       of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur me to validate Google asper,   that direct object heave ving,   ......

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...My Love Is Poetry I like following her trail For better or for worse without fail I like seeing her red roses Vining up in front of my nose A daily bouquet of her poems Words and messages tha......

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...It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp, with a slight breeze blowing that made our cheeks rosy. My Aunt Trix and I were on the trip of a lifetime, one in which she had been making plans for almo......

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...Trumpeting in the morning glories Vining h......

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...A small kernel, a tiny seed, drifts into a fertile mind, floated by inspiring muse, sometimes angry, sometimes kind. In furrows richly watered ideas imbed, softening; anticipated, cracking sh......

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...Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains, startling lilt, notes we can remember. We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation, not reincarnation. When memory is destroyed, we are spare......

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