Best Grassy Poems

That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!

It glistened on the oceans
before man came...

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On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field,
she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe.
She still can feel the terror! How...

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The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with...

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it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the...

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Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by...

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There was a land, and on this land lived sheep.
Like all good sheep, they had their rules to keep.
They lived on farms in their own...

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As a girl, I imagined a place to be
Sprinkled in stardust, where grassy skies rotate
A pirate nymph, commanding the purple sea
Leaping unicorns across a rainbow...

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Ascending dawn scintillates in golden sunrise
Enriching ambience of grinning crimson skies
As gentle winds propagate splendorous themes
Of budding prairies, of avid burbling streams,
Of fragrant revelry swaying...

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Down the majestic mountain, over the grassy knoll,
Themes verdant, chromatic, summer’s vistas scroll,
Rustling zeal of willows, as zephyrs-avid gently blow,
Propelling tides of vigor, where rivers...

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Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile...

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majestic he seems, staring down at me
with provocative, charcoal-cavern eyes
challenging me to forge upward
massive boulders, slippery streams and fallen trees
arduous obstacles he puts before me

shall...

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“We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.” - from Sting’s Fields of Gold

One day in a museum,...

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The house of my sweet childhood still sits on
a little hill. It's blue; the roof is grey.
Ferns grow along the border of the lawn.
I want...

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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)

(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee

Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it...

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