"vervain" poems - Hello Poetry

You, my garden of Anemone; of periwinkle, plum, and mauve. A fragrance of Lilacs; for my springs and summers. A snow's aroma of a rare, rich branch of Daphne Fenced by shrouds of Lavender and Sage. Adorned with Irises and virulent Vervain. The Verbena that consumes me As I yield to it's amethyst.

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC

swoopingevil

Like Sleep to the Freezing

You, my garden of Anemone; of periwinkle, plum, and mauve. A fragrance of Lilacs; for my springs and summers. A snow's aroma of a rare, rich branch of Daphne Fenced by shrouds of Lavender and Sage. Adorned with Irises and virulent Vervain. The Verbena that consumes me As I yield to it's amethyst.

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Take me to the well of healing That lies at the end of the hillside And I will find peace there In the sound of the clear water And the pure sky Lay out the herbs of healing At my feet Vervain, mistletoe, meadowsweet And we shall sit awhile by the ancient well And be strengthened again With the waters borne from the mighty ocean And the brown earth beneath our feet And there shall be silent ringing peace In our souls I'll see you on that healing hillside. Written By Rachel Burch 28/3/2012

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Nov 2, 2012

Nov 2, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC

rachel-burch

The well of healing

Take me to the well of healing That lies at the end of the hillside And I will find peace there In the sound of the clear water And the pure sky Lay out the herbs of healing At my feet Vervain, mistletoe, meadowsweet And we shall sit awhile by the ancient well And be strengthened again With the waters borne from the mighty ocean And the brown earth beneath our feet And there shall be silent ringing peace In our souls I'll see you on that healing hillside. Written By Rachel Burch 28/3/2012

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some things, too soft for my careless hands — nectarine kisses and sunlit skin. the quiet highs of being held, like dahlias dying after a month. vervain wrists dipped in a borrowed prose. your heart — and mine; my love, some things, too soft to not break in my hands.

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 7:06 AM UTC

femininedeath

2015

some things, too soft for my careless hands — nectarine kisses and sunlit skin. the quiet highs of being held, like dahlias dying after a month. vervain wrists dipped in a borrowed prose. your heart — and mine; my love, some things, too soft to not break in my hands.

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Have you ever seen the rain? Amidst the mossy caverns light, No pain among the insane’s plight, Imprinting silvery vervain, Have you ever seen the rain? Falling softly, washing pain, Through whispers of the trees decay, Under the gentle stars anew, With pleas serene, a lasting hue. Have you ever felt the rain? Kissing cheeks with no disdain, A soothing touch, a cool embrace, In its realm no harm, no pain, Have you ever felt the rain? It cleanses wounds that lie within, Bewitching souls, a gentle kin, And as it falls, a symphony unfolds, Of nature's orchestra, with stories untold. Have you ever heard the rain? Its melodic chorus, a sweet refrain? A lullaby for restless souls, Guiding them with peaceful notes. Have you ever heard the rain? It murmurs secrets to the earth, Of rebirth, life, and unknown mirth, And in its cadence, a sacred art, The rhythm of life, a beating heart. So, have you ever seen the rain? Gracefully mundane in its reign, For in its tears, there's wisdom deep, That even storms lay you to sleep. © fey (17/04/24)

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Apr 19, 2024

Apr 19, 2024 at 4:50 AM UTC

Fey

Have you ever seen the rain?

Have you ever seen the rain? Amidst the mossy caverns light, No pain among the insane’s plight, Imprinting silvery vervain, Have you ever seen the rain? Falling softly, washing pain, Through whispers of the trees decay, Under the gentle stars anew, With pleas serene, a lasting hue. Have you ever felt the rain? Kissing cheeks with no disdain, A soothing touch, a cool embrace, In its realm no harm, no pain, Have you ever felt the rain? It cleanses wounds that lie within, Bewitching souls, a gentle kin, And as it falls, a symphony unfolds, Of nature's orchestra, with stories untold. Have you ever heard the rain? Its melodic chorus, a sweet refrain? A lullaby for restless souls, Guiding them with peaceful notes. Have you ever heard the rain? It murmurs secrets to the earth, Of rebirth, life, and unknown mirth, And in its cadence, a sacred art, The rhythm of life, a beating heart. So, have you ever seen the rain? Gracefully mundane in its reign, For in its tears, there's wisdom deep, That even storms lay you to sleep. © fey (17/04/24)

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Beyond these walls wounded around me, I am free The walls no longer encase my sickening body I am able to smell the ever growing flowers, Accompanied by the vervain bush, and freshly cut grass. The sweetness lingers undermy nose, But not long does it come back to the sterile hospital. It is where I am safe, the hospital, But I’ll never be if I stay, that is free. Every hour the nurses come a check my mouth, throat, and nose Making sure no more disease has entered my body Maybe mother will let me touch again the grass, She says I may be allergic to the flowers. Last time I got very sick being around the flowers, Something about the pollen, sent me right back to the hospital. Somedays I sit on the harsh bed, but I rather lie in the grass, O’ Doctors please just let me be free. I know there’s something wrong with my body, Something, I presume, with my nose. There’s more, but mainly I can’t smell, at least with my nose. I smell everything, even the flowers, To smell I use my eyes, hands, ears, words; my body. I always try furtively to escape the hospital, But the guards, nurses, and doctors steal my free. My free is the glowering sun on my body, and my skin on the grass. I lie in the grass, The pollen sinks in my nose, While they countermand my free. My gentle hands wisping across my mother’s favorite flowers. As so, she comes out and rushing me back into the hospital, In her arms, in my sound body. My doctors examine my body, Picking off my shirt, the specks of grass. They let me leave, for good, the hospital. I can now smell the wonders on the world, with my nose, My favorite smell is the daisies, my mother’s favorite flowers. They gave me back my free. A fixed nose, The smell of even grass, and sprouting flowers, I am finally free.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC

oscar-c

My Free

Beyond these walls wounded around me, I am free The walls no longer encase my sickening body I am able to smell the ever growing flowers, Accompanied by the vervain bush, and freshly cut grass. The sweetness lingers undermy nose, But not long does it come back to the sterile hospital. It is where I am safe, the hospital, But I’ll never be if I stay, that is free. Every hour the nurses come a check my mouth, throat, and nose Making sure no more disease has entered my body Maybe mother will let me touch again the grass, She says I may be allergic to the flowers. Last time I got very sick being around the flowers, Something about the pollen, sent me right back to the hospital. Somedays I sit on the harsh bed, but I rather lie in the grass, O’ Doctors please just let me be free. I know there’s something wrong with my body, Something, I presume, with my nose. There’s more, but mainly I can’t smell, at least with my nose. I smell everything, even the flowers, To smell I use my eyes, hands, ears, words; my body. I always try furtively to escape the hospital, But the guards, nurses, and doctors steal my free. My free is the glowering sun on my body, and my skin on the grass. I lie in the grass, The pollen sinks in my nose, While they countermand my free. My gentle hands wisping across my mother’s favorite flowers. As so, she comes out and rushing me back into the hospital, In her arms, in my sound body. My doctors examine my body, Picking off my shirt, the specks of grass. They let me leave, for good, the hospital. I can now smell the wonders on the world, with my nose, My favorite smell is the daisies, my mother’s favorite flowers. They gave me back my free. A fixed nose, The smell of even grass, and sprouting flowers, I am finally free.

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In vain I wait for the clouds To shed its rain A bent brain My heart in twain Vervain In my vein I let disdain Eat the pain

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC

awhelmofwords

Sanity

In vain I wait for the clouds To shed its rain A bent brain My heart in twain Vervain In my vein I let disdain Eat the pain

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vervain and wolfsbane blood dripping from finger tips rising moon red eyes the last kiss a final sigh

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Sep 19, 2020

Sep 19, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC

ghost-queen

the final sigh (vampire erotica)

vervain and wolfsbane blood dripping from finger tips rising moon red eyes the last kiss a final sigh

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your mouth is wide open teeth pointed like a vampire you look hungry like you haven’t fed in a while you crave him but he can't satisfy you don't you see all this is in vain you are his conquest he is your vervain

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC

joyachii

vervain

your mouth is wide open teeth pointed like a vampire you look hungry like you haven’t fed in a while you crave him but he can't satisfy you don't you see all this is in vain you are his conquest he is your vervain

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Clovers fall Down To the ground Clubs Over diamonds Four leaf crowns Have you a heart What have you found Green was all over And lucky left town All of the clovers fell Onto the deck of cards Upside down Turning over Hedron The smell of vervain And mixing sober Ginger under a ***** Dug out Clovers fall. down A circadian rhythm With the ground Such a mysterious milieu Nascent in the soils Flinging about Clubs thrown around The dealer crowds the house Clovers fell down Into a theasarus Of sound Have you a heart What have you found Green was all over And lucky left town Wood sorrel Revelations A tousle world Unbound Make yourself a bed In the clovers fallen down

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC

JaxSpade

Ladies Luck

Clovers fall Down To the ground Clubs Over diamonds Four leaf crowns Have you a heart What have you found Green was all over And lucky left town All of the clovers fell Onto the deck of cards Upside down Turning over Hedron The smell of vervain And mixing sober Ginger under a ***** Dug out Clovers fall. down A circadian rhythm With the ground Such a mysterious milieu Nascent in the soils Flinging about Clubs thrown around The dealer crowds the house Clovers fell down Into a theasarus Of sound Have you a heart What have you found Green was all over And lucky left town Wood sorrel Revelations A tousle world Unbound Make yourself a bed In the clovers fallen down

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