Best Earthy Poems
Sometime, in July's budding charm
when the harvest of earth's clay affirms
that which exposes a content heart,
I remember a glimpse of rare delight
accepting the slow exposure of one morn
when daylight warms Grandpa’s hands
soaked in earthy glow on his farmland.
A rumbling wind turns amiable,
as bamboo drifts along lush curls
glossing the husk of our fond whispers,
oh, it is as simple as that:
his gaiety becomes an answered prayer
tasting the bliss of simple favors
bestowed by a yield of cornfields
reflecting the thrill of labor harnessed.
In a flash, I watch Gramps' hat flying
like a kite across a wispy sky,
my innocence releases a laughter’s dance
playful and blithe at age seven,
while he, born from fruits of life
ripens still, on his golden year with ease.
Rob Carmack's Golden Days
4/3/2015
Categories:
earthy, happiness, places,
Form:
Free verse
We danced like dappled light through swaying trees
our golden embers stoked by panting breeze
in bed of canterbury red and phlox.
As lusty wooing coos did float through morn
love sounds of seventh heaven Sol did scorn;
with scents and flames of burning equinox,
our passion dimmed the jealous sun with ease.
Susan Ashley
June 24, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem April-July 15, 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest:End June 2018 Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*red canterbury bells* - symbolizes deep romantic love, passion
*phlox* - Latin from Greek: flame; a plant of glowing color
Categories:
earthy, jealousy, lust, passion, romantic
Form:
Rhyme
At last, metro’s traffic comes to a halt…
the quarter moon peeps between hilltops
as a lingering gladness warms my flesh—
half steady, half shimmering
when early evening’s air
prances like fine gauze, shedding
time’s need for revelry. Unzipping
my mind to surrender to the upbeat
tempo of glittering dusk naked in
earthy bliss, I feel all the pinpoints
of the sky tingling on my limbs
numbed by rind’s toil. Resting a bit
to groove with merriment
borne from the wake of laughing stars,
my limbs pirouette with the rhythm of wildflowers
fondling the light, embracing the
pleasure of now ...and to dance, dance joy!
Trashed #2 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
9/12/2015
Categories:
earthy, joy,
Form:
Light Verse
Of the Earth - Earthy
Of the earth….”earthy”
Hell, he was filthy,
a veritable organic “Pig Pen”
complete with dust trail.
The trees “high fived” him
as he walked, quietly,
respectfully, among them.
Forest ruminants contemplated
his simplicity, predators
welcomed his scent,
the earth rejoiced
at his footfalls.
John G. Lawless
3/5/2016
Categories:
earthy, children, earth, environment,
Form:
Free verse
the last tram passes away
the boy
who is the owner of every parted-kite
sits lonely on the empty bench of the park
and makes it enlightened
in one pocket
he has few pieces of dry breads
in another
the air to play on bamboo-flute
the night is filled with
mushroom
all the shout within the dialogues
gradually becomes weak
and vanishes
there is no tangle in the
hair
the bier of the hindu-satkar-samiti
runs away
causing a quake in the locality
some needles
small medium and big
are doing their morning-walk
on the thread-line
that is the secret of a phoenix
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
i may call it a leaflet
i may call it a handbill
but don’t you notice
a large number of gossips
is natant in the air
do you admit that the fuming heart
that’s glorifying the plate
should be made a must-read
for any seed-bed
the sun tells that to keep-fit
the health of the clouds
the instigation of the perfumed-soap
is required
with that pituitary
some neighing of horses
that is fastened tightly with cork
now see
if you can offer pregnancy
even to the barbie doll
by the by
it should be informed here
if the question of roaming in the woods
is raised
the highly-educated bathroom
feels very helpless
and taking repeated somersaults
in the sunshine
in the rains
the folding umbrella
also have got very much out-of-temper
Categories:
earthy, fantasymay,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The fairies of chaitra
lie on the un–wrinkled bed
with their backside up
in the hearsay of the air
once the woods of tamarisks
once the hill of paraffin
it appears there is no interruption
to this circus
the toy-telephones
hang from the cloud to cloud
from that carnival
take birth many kanthali-champa
the surgeon comes calmly
to the secret of darning
all localities are totally maddened
by the flow tide of the exudation
observing all those happenings
the half-broken wave
does awake on the sofa-set
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
there are so many pieces of torn paper
into the stone-chips of the broken road
they are of summer
they are of late autumn
beside is the ice-mill
the glow-sign board
attached tightly
the indelible ink
catches the finger of the lemon-grass
the fish-market is also alive and glad
the young minister of state
sends his best wishes
to the handloom-girls
in between
some horn-blowing of the
camels
the labour-strike trembles
the water of dhaleswari-river
has been filled
with the sound of subsistence
Categories:
earthy, fantasyautumn,
Form:
Prose Poetry
i pick up flowers from the pages of the calendar
and scatter them on the picture-frame
of my dwelling place
sometimes the spring comes
sometimes the buddhist monastery
along the pitch road of the city
thousand counts of uproars
the mess-building that is situated
on the top of the coconut-tree
has also joined the march-past
and who miss the last train
i offer them glasses of tea
as an anti-war campaigning
the plastic-made afternoons
hoist the flag of nail-polish
as there is no water-bottle
around your neck
the assembly of choosing
one’s bridegroom oneself
has rejected you
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
the krishnachura and the champa
both of them
have the only-one unsheathed afternoon
both of them
have the same-one broken harmonium
how long more the eyes of terracotta
would roam in the sun
the uneven fate-line
is written on the green slate
the sound of the vocal chord is also eloquent
as if it were some bare trees of wood-apple
around the swimming
there are some scattered scrapes of slippers
the colour of whose straps
is blue
and some tales of the faded sky
i return home with the night of
phosphorus
i return with those waves of the
mid-night that have no translation
i lay them in order
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
Throwing acorns out the window is not reforesting
Leave it to the squirrels
Fertilizing your lawn is not the BEST way to a greener planet.
Recycling has nothing to do with bicycles
A quantum leap is a thought that gets you somewhere
A conundrum is NOT a condom disposal
Asphalt has made the planet incontinent
Sunrise makes pollution seem pretty
Never trust a naked environmentalist
Fig leafs are always in fashion
Wool sweaters make sheep shiver
Do silk worms go fishing?
John G. Lawless
©4/22/2022
Categories:
earthy, earth day,
Form:
Monoku
To see ecstatic Earth
is to no longer see our home
as merely static,
framed,
quantified,
commodified
Yet,
To see all physical nature as dynamically changing,
ecstatically or more BusinessAsUsual,
is not necessarily to suddenly discover stones
are animistically organic
and ego-conscious.
To find a surrounding universe
or intimate home
ionically balancing,
ergodic repeat patterned,
fractally holonic,
octave tuned and turning,
need not require concluding all things are harmonically alive,
dynamically divine,
polypathic and polyphonic integrity,
climates of eco-ecstasy.
Time between living organic regeneration
and static fossil degeneration
may be a blink
or as slow and steady as a failing tree
falling in Earth's reforesting nutritional landscape
without hungry humane eyes
for ego show and eco-telling
sacred liturgical dances
cooperative life
written in WinWin EarthTribe songs
sung with multiculturing dialects.
Whether change is predator
or prey,
subjectively overpowering
or self-empowering objective,
infective purposeful cause
or affectively meaningful effectiveness,
theologically omnipotent
or ecologically omnipresent,
depends on rational choices for ego-acquisition
and natural organism ways and means
for healthy cooperative requisitions.
When Earth's climate healthy optimization
feels like why economic predation
of angry quakes
and risky winds,
floods of despair
and flames of terror
Then organic universe
intensely invites our prey-erful ecstatic instincts
and our messianic natural spirited belonging
to restoring peace
like happy bird song,
Celebrating resonance of bulbous wombs,
redundant spring flowers,
root systems growing cautious climate re-animism,
curious cooperative nutrition landscapes
of mutual redesign,
courageous WinWin faith
for lost preyed upon regenerations
Sacred integrity's
Climate health revolution.
UnEarthly ecstasy,
Sacred revolutions.
Categories:
earthy, anger, beauty, health, history,
Form:
Political Verse
I have nothing against
traditional presentations
of poetry –
Though, not for me! –
personally liking a winged start:
projecting freely...as a good
enema or vomit....
letting my expressions splatter loose;
somehow mentally, spiritually willing
them to frenzied, explosive evacuation –
spewing them, by simple prayer, or devout
incantation, trusting they will somehow,
miraculously, morph into intelligible, literary
art for the less pompous man –
Indeed, I feel poetry, like a painting, as
with a sculpture is an extension of one's bleeding,
pleading, confounding, lovable, adorable blood-pumping
absolutely essential-circulatory-driving-part –
Words coming in all shapes and manner
of phrases; but mine, truly written to
slide off numbered pages – composed
for street-type rebel-folk – leaving more
learned forms to Academia's demagogues
and sages; tenured tyrants of esteemed
taste, whose treasures, to me, often have
little more appeal than dime-store paste –
So, let the suits and ties have theirs –
while my fellow Loin-clothes the choice
of these – not advocating necessarily for naked truth,
when it comes to all poetry – but do enjoy also
a good earthy tease –
Categories:
earthy, extended metaphor, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
some light of the former birth
glitters on the hand-fan
made up of palm-leaves
do the child boats of the pigeon-pea flower
go to them to learn the fountain
all over the room
the cobweb of fundamentalist spiders
the toy-train breaks the water colour
to run towards the oil-colour
and on both sides of its travelling route
there are so many advertisements
of tooth-paste
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
in the light of the hassac-lantern
the screaming becomes thoroughly interesting
in the about-to-vanish forest-land
the nocturnal shopping hangs vertically
can you be able to get searched
some white-holes under the unfathomable water
then the visiting river should not take tablets
to manage it blood-pressure
now from the window of the town
look at the running away of the
tyre-less motor-cars
and their changing of colours
every now and then
as if after a successful operation
the new ant-hills
are singing and dancing very much
within so much noise
some spoons remain quite indifferent
it is heard that a lawsuit challenging the legal-status
of their relation with the prickle is being proceeded
in an open court
even standing before the court’s dock
no green mango has told the truth
so to do a usg report of the pendulum
that remains static under the dream
has become very much necessary
Categories:
earthy, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry