Best Grass Poems

You think I have a pretty face

My dresses weaved from frills and lace

You  think that I'm a spoilt brat

with diamonds around my neck

and roses in my bed

You think I own the pot of gold

A blissful future to behold

You think I live on a greener...

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Between the rows and rows of tombs of your beloved gone
I cover all the bones that lay beneath me-
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I’ve read a lot about the stars—
sought precious knowledge of deep space. 
Wondered when we’ll go to Mars—
pondered if we’ll leave this place. 

Some problems here on earth, it seems;
though much here that I treasure. 
But is it still a field of dreams,
or merely life...

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Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child that is suffering or very ill and extremely sick.
We ask often comfortably what often makes the wealthy tick?
As We read...

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Along a fence and out into a field I amble;
seduced by a tree surrounded by flowers, I stroll toward a small hill.

Gentle is this grassy slope
redolent of sweet birch and the wildflowers birthed from fertile
earth. I’m at ease as my eyes embrace a valley
extending endlessly...

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As I lie here, eyes half closed, I wonder
Why does the grass wave to me?
Has the summer breeze asked it to greet me
And if so, what does it wish to say
But I think the Chinese whispers of a thousand blades
Might confuse the message beyond recognition
Perhaps...

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skies of rainbow blue as ocean moves
girl’s sassy swirls of soft tangled hair,
where pearls would dare clasp its curls

glow in her eyes special gentle blue
waves flow of tear drops buckets full
beautiful mud stain blush cheeks

Oh, such a handful only three feet high
arms full of endless...

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upon blue grass hills
roan stallion grazed among mares
verdant and serene



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Although not for her contest,
my regards to Tania for her
inspiration.  Merci...

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There's a city and it's made of grass.
Fragile and Delicate, but strong enough to withstand the forces of nature.
The Chlorophyll-filled buildings swaying from side to side.
The frosty green colors, dripping in morning dew.
The city, so peaceful, yet so active.
The only thing happening, is the swaying...from...

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prairie grass swaying

gently to the wind's music 

in step with its beat...

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I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Laying there till I become petrified
No one coming to pick me up
They see me as the low of the low

Laying there till I become petrified
Of no value to anyone else
They see me as the low of...

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I blow here in the prairie wind,
A grass that seems to have no end.
A pheasant asked me yesterday,
"How long you been here would you say?"
I scratched my blades and said, "Who knows?
Ten thousand years or more, I s'pose."
An' then the bird said,"If you please-
When were...

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Stretched along the silent winter garden
  thrives a cold, dark dirt blanketed in olive decaying leaves.
Beneath the food of natural fertilizers, life emerges from its long hushed sleep
  in sprouts of pale yellowed seafoam tender tiny greenery
with shoots of seaweed blue tinged daffodills
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Intimations of Immortality (excerpt)

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, glory of the flower

We will grieve not; rather find

Strength in what remains behind

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