Best Ferns Poems
Goose
in the
archway is
nestled between
trees
Ferns
ease claim
resting on
natural moss
sill
3/17/2019
Categories:
ferns, bird, nature,
Form:
Lanterne
Aunt Rose is always with her ferns
Since that's where Uncle Gil broke the urn-
7/19/2018
Categories:
ferns, family, flower, funny,
Form:
Epigram
their greenness is different than anyone else's
They have a sway that reminds me of a pliable back
I watch them waving and I smile
Categories:
ferns, environment,
Form:
Free verse
verdant ferns waving
showing off their frothy leaves
glorifying god
Categories:
ferns, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Haiku
highway speeding
dusty spring sunrays
unfurl ferns
posted on May 20, 2018
Categories:
ferns, growth, nature, sunshine,
Form:
Haiku
ferns cascade
along a woodland trail
verdigris spires
Categories:
ferns, appreciation, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
Mile high bracken upon the Beacon
Under a clementine moonlight,
In shadows drifting to and fro
Like the tide upon the silken sea.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
ferns, memory,
Form:
Free verse
SIMPLE SPIDER STORY
Palsy poison spider
bickering, binding, biting
sparring, stinging, scampering
creeping in crevices cocooned
coded crooked cock-eyed
Here, there, everywhere
Scorpions enticed bicolour eyes
broken webs of gravity’s return
to sting a billion bites boggling
so drenched in poison they
polluted rivers and valleys alike
Here, there, everywhere
Palsy spider died a peevish death
a pensive peony covered her crevice
soon after hatched another
fat on a slick strawberry hat
no more unruly rushing, roving
Here, there, everywhere
Watching a world pass by
through feather ferns fickle
weaving Toltec threads to tickle
looking glasses glowed in unison
ladybirds crawled cowering, to cater
No here, no there, no everywhere
Silver-black spider wrangled
open legged over her webs
a phantom from below or above
fat on slick strawberry hats
smiling savoury sleepily across
flowered forest floors fleshy
No here, no there, no everywhere
Hairy legs entwined another eight
sixteen swirled curled spun sinless
secretly into seductive moist nights
earth deep saffron spelled spoils
simple spider coiled a sacred foil
No here, no there, no everywhere
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2001/edit2024
Categories:
ferns, 12th grade, analogy, color,
Form:
Alliteration
Green mountain ferns. Line the winding road
Over the edge, a view of the mountains
Counting the hours till I get back to you
My safety. My security. My secret sanctuary.
Ancient trees they look down on me
As I wondrously look up at them
The sun is slowly begining to fade now
That last bit of bright yellow
The golden hour it is
I honestly don't know why I do this
Something pulls me towards you
This engine I know is leading me somewhere
Where will I end up in this life?
I must stay in the moment. This mountain such a site. Climbing. Climbing. Climbing
Am i ready for the fall? Staring at the green mountain ferns and these trees so tall.
Categories:
ferns, appreciation, growth, imagery, places,
Form:
Free verse
This morning is perfect silence
And all the world is a garden.
The greying wooden bench upon which
I sit is still slightly damp from last
Night's rain, but was mostly
Sheltered by the brick arches of the
Museum's facade behind me.
A grove of giant ferns dances to a
Silent tune of the wind,
Rustling leaves.
Statues pose around me,
Like me, they do not move and no one
Notices when they do.
Green iron lamp posts guard the
Empty garden, waiting for darkness
To engulf the garden.
Squirrels run across the grass and moss
Searching for fallen acorns from
The oak trees towering above them
Above me
Above the lamp posts
Above the brick buildings
Who wall this bower of the
Silent garden.
In the silent garden there is no
Need for sound,
It is a monastery
Only the sweet and ancient chanting of
The earth and spirits and demons and gods
Is heard
If you silence your mind and listen to the
Silence of this ancient song.
Three cried of a hawk spinning in the sky
The rustling of leaves
The clicking of squirrels mouths
The creak of trees dancing in the
Tuneless wind.
The dances in the dirt of ferns and stone
Statues.
The distant sirens leaking into the silence
Like rainwater from a full bucket.
Grey clouds shroud and soften the
Silent garden.
The greying wooden bench
Is still damp from last night's rain
And I smell the scent of rain
On moss and ferns
Warning me that I must soon leave this bench
And return to the world of men
The world of sound
The world of warmth
The world of light
The world without rain
The world without dancing ferns
World without green iron lamp posts
Without silences
Oak trees
Rustling squirrels
Stone statues
I must leave the garden
But one can always
Come back to the garden.
Categories:
ferns, april, garden, green,
Form:
Free verse
The ferns are taking over,
Running rampant in the yard.
I yank them by the roots, a job
More tedious than hard.
Each summer they crop up en masse
And quickly multiply,
So you may see me plucking them,
Most likely in July.
I do not hate their lacy fronds,
Which sway when there’s a breeze,
So seeing them some other place
Would really not displease.
But gazing from the screened-in porch,
What I object to most
Is this sea of uninvited guests,
Expecting me to host.
Categories:
ferns, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
spiraling footsteps
chameleons retreat
fiddlehead ferns
June 14, 2020
Categories:
ferns, 11th grade, anxiety,
Form:
Haiku
Ferns were sad.
They wanted their own fey mascot.
Lily had a faerie
Marigolds had a brownie
Mushrooms had a pixie
Elms had an elf
Why are we the only ones without a mascot?
Ferns told everyone about their dilemma.
A faerie from middle earth heard their plight.
She had wanted to move to a new place for some time.
She arrived on a Tuesday, announcing she was the fern faerie.
Causing a bit of a problem
As now geranium, crepe myrtle, moss, and tree bark wanted one too.
Categories:
ferns, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
hiding in the ferns, slithering low
Sneaking and plotting
eyes narrow
the ferns part as she backs up
knowing she only has one shot
no dress rehearsal
unsuspecting baby frog
hops right toward her yellow eyes
not understanding when the darkness happens
the fern feels guilty
an unwilling culprit
as the snake devours her lunch
Categories:
ferns, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Free verse