Wicker Poems - Poems about Wicker

If I know the answer to the question before you ask it Am I then still allowed to buzz in Or will you burn me as a witch...

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Simple singular, shards of silver moonlight, Fell magically, over shadowy bodies, that night. In the lush, jasmined garden, innocent,we? Canopied by an angelic, embracing oak tree. Oh, that wicker bench, where we embraced! To this day, remains, our loves' first, indelible trace! ...

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Simple, singular, shards of silver moonlight, Fell magically over our shadowy bodies,out of sight. Twas on that vibrant, virginal, bench, oh love, My being so young, heard the angelic sound of turtle doves. Oh, heavens, that with musical madness seem to fall. On two sweet young lovers, who gave that very first kiss, their all. ...

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That old chair in the corner For years, it was my friend Especially when I sat alone With no one’s ear to bend Its wicker wings and peacock flair ...

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Or ~ Breakfast in the Fields~ The animated, joyful couple, just you and I. With our picnic, wicker basket wonderfully full. Of Brioche,our favorite cheeses, fruits, Chai and mirth. It's so wonderfully quiet here except for the sound of bountious butterfly wings. And I can hear the sound of your soft eyelids, moving with love, as you...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Wicker Man" Lost in the fire of his own mind Lost in the fire of his own heart betrayed Lost in the fire of his own life arraigned Lost in the absence of Love, always No Home Man on Fire Afraid Freedom to be found in the fire of his own sorrow Freedom to be found in the...

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cat sprawled upon a wicker heirloom perfect blend of humble and attitude,...

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The lovely view from my wicker chair As crows caw spring is here And wispy clouds parade on blue Buzzards soar without fear Scenes so peaceful express Times filled with much happiness Winter a diminished thing Unfulfilled dreams scantiness The Star Magnolia's buds swell, wait Open at a later date Nature knows what to do when Love comes and brings its fate Nature could have...

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The Wicker baskets Rooster crackled, fresh new day! Sun arose planting gentle kiss on the Earth's fore-head.... A cottage in the woods stood elegant Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant! Woke her child this mother, filled with zest A long embroidered green skirt , made of flax this mother had draped... Adorned her neck, chains of coloured beads and stones Dusky beauty she was...

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Too often I have forgotten the nectar of welcomed recollection, Having been lazed out in Sylvan grasses green, lounging upon the footstool of the world..... where the wood marries the wedded waters, where the songster sings from his hooded perches ---- Where the dream is ripe, ...

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In desperation of solitude, Sanity struggles to stay afloat. Dark clouds descend on paradise lost, Escape disappears, madness provoked. Shadows dancing under the pale moon, Mischievous silhouettes on the walls. In the company of misery, An unsympathetic world revolves. Tragedy collects inside her quill, Trembling in her delicate hand. Tears streaming onto crumpled pages, Unseen words bleed onto her nightstand. Child of darkness, product of sorrow, A fallen...

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Cut from the quarry of life, block by block by block towed to haloed ground cut and pasting pyramids of the mind time after time after time.... To open a seam in the sky, heart in the kings chamber the soul in the queens great lost limestone eyes peering into the afterlife, eating the gaze of god on heavens horizon but more often than not, nothing is...

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Heart broken, Heart unsure, When we are forgotten, For we are not pure, We call names, We hunt love, Screaming things, We never thought of, To nurse pride, Lost in shame, All my heart, Just your game, As she runs As I seek Now her words Make me weak, For she lies, And I’m lost, Love is love, But what a cost. @};~...

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Gramma's sewing basket Overflowed with bits of fluff Ribbons from a cardboard roll That weren't quite big enough Buttons in all sizes And colors rolled around If it happened to tip over And spill onto the ground The yarn left from my mittens And scarf and baby glove She knitted on a cold night Entwined with so much love Shiny needles packaged Some filled with tails of thread Blue...

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Oh restful place Weary are my eyes that watch in glory Worn are the clay hands of my race With lines and tales that rise upon my face Oh restful place With battened flattened ruby shoes And America spirited sapphire pants The whistling winds call the to trace Oh restful place I was but a warrior of my tribe With my black and...

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