Poppies Quotes

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.

But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow.

I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers fail and fair.

Yes, linseed oil. I used to use poppy oil, but I have heard that poppy oil is given to cracking pigment too, so I use it no longer.

Reason I know, is only a drug, and, as such, its effects are never permanent. But, like the juice of the poppy, it often gives a temporary relief.

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

I'm not a big disco guy. Some of that English techno-poppy stuff wouldn't get me in the mood either.

They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.

I was sick of fast, aggressive music; I felt like I needed to make a poppy thing. But, right now, I feel like I need to make a Hawkwind/Sabbath record. It gets boring if you just do the same thing all the time.

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.

Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

I think you can hear, when you listen to someone's music, whether or not they're enjoying making it - it's so great to hear music where you can tell the person making it was just having a blast. That's really important to me as far as my process goes. That's probably why my music ends up being so poppy!

Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.

The sermon is now the true poppy of literature.