Best Crabgrass Poems

The Faeries Are Still Outside

Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering 
At the art-
Less way the faeries 
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!  
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
 “wha’ ta’...

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Written: February 26, 2025, for Antony Biaanco Contest

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City hum drifts through spurious ways, 
teeming...

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This house of things, with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Out front the crabgrass wrestles with a lawn.
This house of things with all the people gone
imagines mildew, dust against the dawn.
See how mold and dryrot whisper to undo
this house of...

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Growing weeds are any gardener's abomination.
My lawn mower appears to want to stay in hibernation.
I can't seem to get the old motor to run.
This is frustrating, and making me come undone.
The municipality says the grass is too high today.
They threaten to send a summons and...

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Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
and nurture,
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter naps.

Trees of original pheromone attraction,
August spawned
like Taurus colonizing crabgrass
embedded in deep horticultural learning root systems
self-with-other cooperative matriarchal
reverse-hierarchical
healthcare.

I'm driving my deep...

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These weeds seem to multiply in a plethora.
They have long tap roots that must reach to China.
I try my best to pull them out with each attack.
Unfortunately, they always manage to grow back.
Those yellow blossoms pop up all over the lawn.
Oh how I would really...

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The first monarch butterfly,
Just flitted by.
Lazily drifting through stark spring sunlight,
Seeking any blooms to alight.

Daffodils cheerily glow before front fence,
Oval ridged petals in breezes wave thence.
A dense carpet of creeping phlox, its tiny pink flowers,
By front door, were awakened by showers.

Self seeded petite pansies already...

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I was walking while reading
because this had been recommended,...

Well,...
actually more like required reading
while walking,
rather than too much blindly reading
while passively impassively sitting through
Earth-reflective stalking exercises

For improving body health
and soul wealth,

Not that these are really two different things,
detached from some primal relationship,
but more like...
Hmmm...
Yang walk and...

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The Heat, and not the sports team
Has come here for a while
It's enough to set some records
And to kill the farmers smiles

Humidity and high temperatures
Add to make our life like hell
It's drying up our creeks and streams
There's no water in our wells

We do not use...

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Mother May I
Go outside into the light
Shuttered windows and doors
I can not breath
Inside this house

The Sun light is on my mind
Flowers and trees and spring like weather
It should be boy meets girl on an open field
But I can not breath
Inside this house

Mother May I
Go against...

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PRODUCED WEDDING  FIASCO


If cantaloupe
Could elope
and marry a honey dew melon

What would happen 
If a cabbage out grows the garden
As crabgrass and dandelions rapes the fruits and vegetables 

All this and inclement weather
What's the matter
Cantaloupe cancels the wedding?
Why! you may ask amongst the dandelions and...

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Raining down emotions,
darkly enlightening
interior memory re-experiences
of exterior impassioned imagination events

Nonviolent win/win images
enlightening darkness
of win/lose competitions
darkly fighting
lose/lose violent de-nihilism
of ecosystemic becoming healthy roots

Fertile draining images,
sensory neural outlooks,
feeling verbal projection projects,
raining rejections,
reigning alpha injections

Conjectures of codependent
health/wealth interrelationships

Intersectional storms
connecting/disconnecting
emerging/hiding nonzero/zero-closing zones
compassion/dispassion
full/empty raining disclosed systems

Draining sensations
being not merely alive
but...

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Dream House
by Michael R. Burch

I have come to the house of my fondest dreams,
but the shutters are boarded; the front door is locked;
the mail box leans over; and where we once walked,
the path is grown over with crabgrass and clover.

I kick the trash can; it...

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An un-fairie queene
from an unchivalrous tale
lumping and clumping
off beaten tracks
down beaten ones
so beaten
that they click and crack
criss-crossed with crabgrass
so tall that it looks
like some fiendish crag
it crassly sticks to soles
and copiously 
feasts on clothes
not only that
there are the pools
mighty, classy and cool
clamouring loud and clear
to...

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The flower bed needs weeding -
Before it is overgrown.
The tree branches have fallen -
Rotting, as they lie in the sun.
The grass is growing brown before our very eyes -
As we watch silently and do not move.
Too soon come the crabgrass and dandelions
The only color on...

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