Walnut Poems - Poems about Walnut

1950’s walnut what-knot-shelf small compartments with tiny doodads crystal doohickeys and miniature thimbles variety of teensy ceramic trinkets displayed in woman’s living room every mother I knew had one back in the day 1950’s go-to accessory for the modern woman...

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walnut tree was now slightly blemished deer had done lots of damage getting his antlers off tree did not mind felt like a willing partner available every year he smiled as white tail flew into thicket...

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Native American symbol practicing wisdom as it lives and grows in life...

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Black Walnuts roll over a high edge, the tree is too close to a sea cliff. Walnuts dash themselves upon rocks, only one lands on a surfing wave. It has not been bitten, by tunneling insects and so it remains watertight. On a far beach it is washed up. A boy finds it, he is not sure if he wants to keep it yet he...

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Raisin said, “Rum, I’m beginning to see that there will be times when we cannot agree. Disputes shouldn’t leave us at a complete loss So I think it’s proper that I should be boss.” Rum gave a stare that was more of a glare And said, “Hey up, Sister, you hold it right there. Hark at you sitting there, giving it...

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. for public domain Fourth and Walnut, so fine, so chic, what a place for God to speak, or for that matter, Satan too. Both would like a word or two. So Merton opened up his soul, as if standing on a knoll in his Kentucky, US of A, offered up his heart that day. God's Love came pouring like a stream, drowning Satan's evil...

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recalcitrant nut will not yield its hidden heart resists invasion patience gone where is hammer? walnut obliterated. " N" Poems Nutty Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 20/09/2021...

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By Dawne Zacharias Walnut Hill was a favorite place for us When the snow had covered the ground The sledders would go and the saucers would glide there was no other place, in our winter town then dear old Walnut Hill. We'd look outside, the snow four feet deep We would jump out of our sacs and go With our scarves, hats,...

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The old walnut tree in the meadow weep Time had arrived her strains in sorrow steep Echoes of a nameless and powerful storm break in I feel shivers on my bare skin I would like to touch and hug it, before it dies The roots of the tree pointing up towards the skies In the backyard of mourning, distant in all...

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Like a lost firefly my mind strays Concealed like a ripe walnut My heart is shelled by enclosure Waiting to be cracked open... To be served on platinum trays For whom ever needs some exposure My donation of hope and faith... Or perhaps you need just a little love If you need some, it's yours to...

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There’s not a sound In the woods But for the lone, heavy Thump Of a walnut Shed From its tree To the ground, Re-affirming That the Earth Is not hollow. I’m startled by the thud, so thick, so full It could be a bull Stomping its hoof into a dry field, But, the Earthy wallop reveals An abundance From underneath, A community of roots Braid together like the synapse connections Of a human brain, So...

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walnut tree in fruit best pickled green eat with cheese- carved Chinese treasure ...

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a walnut tree - the fruits of its labor spilled at its feet April 29, 2018...

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Out the back Behind gran's house Halfway down the street. The little yard with the mangle. And the narrow concrete strip path That led to the other end, Where the walnut tree ruled. A musty tangled wilderness Of corrugated iron and wire. Only bluebells were allowed To grow in the cool shade Of the walnut tree. Spreading it's branches. Like an urban exile camouflaged Subjects Wood ants foraged it's...

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As I passed my wicket fence The ageing walnut tree, Showered me with withered leaves And said something to me; That it stood since ages past But I had never seen, Crimson light upon its leaves Thus how twilight had been; I glimpsed not the sparrow's nest That lay upon its bough, Few spotted eggs closeted Though which the night winds...

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