Best Capped Poems
Craggy snow-capped crowns,
Skirting skyline’s golden hue.
Windswept clouds, your gowns.
Categories:
capped, appreciation, beauty, color, image,
Form:
Haiku
Black capped chickadee
sitting in my hand,
come play with me
across God's beautiful land.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.28/2004
I wrote this about my youngest daughter. It's the first time she had a chickadee land on her hand.
Categories:
capped, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.
Black-capped chickadees
cheerful and truthful expression
grouped in platoons, sharing the point.
The tribes travel together
first finches, then chickadees
following the squirrels every morning.
What luxury, abundance! Handful after handful
of grass seed thrown, into wind.
The corn ripe and the rye with it.
The other main families: pines, roses, peas,
lilies, daisies, heath, birch and oak.
Maple, honeysuckle, pink, mustard, cypress, mint, olive, buckwheat,
primrose, willow, buttercup, saxifrage, snapdragon, cactus.
Truth may be ascertained by considering
the truth we feel, the truth we're told,
the truth we reason, and the truth we've seen.
It is so good to be a chickadee.
To tell the truth cheerfully and joyfully.
In a way that makes others want to live.
Categories:
capped, bird, family, health, joy,
Form:
Verse
snow kissed desert land
ancient arms raised in wonder
white-capped saguaro
Categories:
capped, march, snow,
Form:
Haiku
After dad's Sunday softball games,
us kids would run the bases.
Then we'd skip over to the River Inn Tavern.
Players would gather in small sweaty clumps.
Guzzling life
Playing pool
Devouring cold cuts
Rehashing the scent of the game
The dirt on their uniforms,
the state of a blue collared art.
I collected bottle caps in those days.
Had a secret agreement with "Chops."
The coach and tavern owner.
Every time the cash register rang.
The richer him and I became.
Big George was the first basemen.
Power hitter and power drinker.
He was by far. the biggest contributor to my collection.
My favorite bottle cap was a Genesse Cream Ale.
It was a pretty pale green.
Reminded me of a quiet mountain lake.
or the eyes of the little blonde a few houses down.
Many bottle caps later we would leave the River Inn Tavern.
Dads heart brimming with dirt and diamond.
My pockets jingling with tiny mountain lakes.
Both of us stinking of beer and bargain cigarettes.
That was a million Sundays ago,
Chops, Big George and my bottle cap collection are gone.
My father is on deck.
Don't know what became of the little blonde.
Who lived a few houses down from my heart.
Categories:
capped, father son, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
tall regal young pine
lights twinkling on colored balls...
capped by brightest star
~*~
Categories:
capped, holiday, nature
Form:
Haiku
snow-topped zeniths rise
iced water softly shuffles…
sky a grumpy shade
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: March 3rd, 2022
H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
capped, analogy, metaphor, sky,
Form:
Haiku
the ice-capped hillsides
are mirrored through the bright lens
of tiny swallows
HAIKU in 5 7 5 only - Volume 1
Sponsor: Poet Doctor. The 7/6/2018
Categories:
capped, bird, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Atop the ice capped mountain
Residing in my cup
There flowed a creamy lava
A marshmallow cover up
The snow was flavored chocolate
Though the vast selection varies
With choices of all colors
From Honeydews to Cherries
Perhaps by now you’ve guessed it
This frozen, fun delight
We would call them snowballs
Joy for any summer’s night
Sno-cone, shaved ice, snow ball
A frigid alias, all three
No matter what you call it
Tonight, it's Egg Custard for me!
Categories:
capped, humor, summer, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you have five fingers
without a fist
A hope that lingers
a wanton wish
Do your letters jumble
beneath the words
Does your breath cut off
before it’s heard
Does silence threaten
what can’t begin
With empty horror
begetting sin
Whose grip wraps tightly
o’er digits limp
Your soul indentured
—creation’s gimp
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Categories:
capped, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
the flap of a wing
puffing up a downy coat
longing for the sun
Categories:
capped, bird, nature, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Down below the snow capped mountains stood a woman by the Muddy waters.the water flowed down through the river bed premonitions went through her head. Green acres stretched from side to side distancing beauty of a great find.a picturesque sight of beautiful landscapes shown brightly as the snow melted off the hills to the valleys below. Birds sang joyouslyand as clear as the morning sun.
Categories:
capped, nature, spring,
Form:
Black Capped Chickadees
hop from branch to branch, then swoop
dipping in the air
Birds having fun in the trees
chirping, singing, as they please
Heidi Sands
9/12/20
Categories:
capped, bird, fun,
Form:
Tanka
Snow capped button mushrooms
circle the old oak
Boot prints have shuffled the shade around
so that what once was darkened
is now lighter, the small heaps of melting ice
look like the Alps when the sun sharply defines
their shadowed rock face.
My skis are in the attic
along with the wicker basket
we used to gather mushrooms in.
This small woodland find
links me to her
the scene has painted a memory.
A trick of the light,
here in a time and place
half-hidden
in the not yet forgotten.
Categories:
capped, poetry,
Form:
Free verse