after mowing my lawn
i was surprised to see
how many weeds were still there
and as i sat on my front porch
drinking cold water
one weed said to me
lets get some things straight
first - weed is a name you have given us
so deal with your own definition
second - we were here before your pretty flowers
and we will be here after your flowers lay on your coffin
third - why does your kind always assume you know everything
you would blush if you knew what the roses say about you
fourth - some of that water would sure be appreciated
so how about giving me a little drink
so i did
and went inside
wondering if i was a weed in the garden of society.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2019 18:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Just hit me this morning!
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
A weed is any plant in the wrong place.
Much to think on - thank you!
I'm not proud, I talk to anything.. and often.... I also enjoyed this poem of yours very much sir...... N
Thank you my friend!
pleasure's mine
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