Poems about aloe

№ 1163571


Said the aloe to the agave
Here in a foreign soil
The old world meets the new

Said the agave to the aloe
They forget
Once we were related
Can hardly tell the difference still
The human eye is quite deceptive
And what to say about the human heart. . .

Said the aloe to the agave
My blood turns to heal the ill
My fibres pulp to an ageless skin. . .

Said the agave to the aloe
My blood turns to a song and dance
My fibres pulp to a rope and cloth. . .
But what do the humans offer us

Said the aloe to the agave
Not much


Author: Christine Ueri
Date: 24/02/2020

№ 718066


Sun swept like father's knowing gaze,
Burned every bit of my body that showed,
Left me all red and pulsing
Felt like a fire underneath the skin,
It blazed for weeks than months,
Boiled the insides to the surface,
Left ash like december across my body,
Covered in all the scolding of summer,
And I still don't feel a thing


Author: Tupelo
Date: 16/01/2019

№ 470513

Aloe leaves

What heals
The burn in the
Back of your

aloe,  leaves.

Author: Joellei
Date: 06/06/2018

№ 434432

My Aloe

I write the words
That my heart screams at me at night
In my ever waking sleep
A pen in my hand
And pad at my fingertips
The only remedy
To the sleepless nights
Because words can burn and sear and cut
But they calm me, cool me and heal me
Like aloe on sunburned skin


Author: Lauren Rose
Date: 04/05/2018

№ 184492


The small green bottle
Filled with cooling aloe gel
Is my new best friend


Author: Becca Saltzman
Date: 20/09/2017

№ 132079


Remind me
When the
Funeral is.
My suit
To be
Dry cleaned
To abolish
Moth balls.
Mother gave
Up and
In tissues
Lined with
Aloe. Thats
All I can
Smell above
Her coffin.


Author: Jonathan Howard
Date: 03/08/2017

№ 30345


A lovely lady I once knew
With golden laces that looped her shoes
It was out within that noxious rye,
Where cautiously, she caught my eye!

Oh how her heart could sing,
Delicate as though an angel's wing!
From her shone such a glow
Like Sun to seed her soul could grow.

Without the choir with which she inspires
This nature of living will soon expire.
Like the dirt road tore with bore
Neglected with scorn, troubled by chore.

She was the antidote in all this mess
That special gal among all the rest
Whom I wish could cure the barrenness
Which poisons me so, I do attest!


Author: Nicholas Kerbleski
Date: 03/05/2017