Best Groundhog Poems

This February will not usher spring,
wisteria like grapes hung on their roods;
more pewter shadows does the season bring.
Now I've misplaced all the beatitudes

to lambent grasses...

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Deemed significant culturally,
a fantastic and old comedy
is this film I love,
which is the tale of
a weatherman played by Bill Murray.

This weatherman Phil has been sent
to...

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emerges from burrow
sunrays fade through graying clouds 
early spring crocus



2/1/2022



Groundhog Day (Pennsylvania German: Grund'sau dåk, Grundsaudaag, Grundsow Dawg, Murmeltiertag; Nova Scotia: Daks Day)[1] is a...

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Twenty first of October in two thousand and eighteen
Was the worst disaster poetry soup had seen
Poems wiped off the website as all the poets slept
When...

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"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks...

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Insistent starkness claims a leafless day
Where morning breaks with silent calm and dread
The slope of field is framed, behind the glass
reveals a fallen tree, with...

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Greetings from Canada dear readers !  Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter.  Well, obviously I am Canadian...

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I live in the woods.
A forest.
Much of it is untouched.
Humans have not been in it for hundreds of years.
Habitat for the wild ones.
We have seen...

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Juggernaut winds howling south;
Arctic colds, chill, in their mouths.
No respite through winter days
Unless north creep sunshine’s rays.
And the groundhog comes too late
Relegating to its fate
Year’s...

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We purchased a shed for our yard.
To fill it was not very hard -
The sleds and the bikes
And the things no one likes
With a flimsy...

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First thing first! Grammys the 4th, Groundhog Day the second 
Emerge badger, shadow or no shadow s p r i n g is beckoned 
B...

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Me name is Punxsutawney Phil

I was forced to leave my burrow
and end my nice long sleep.
I have the chance to make brows furrow;
that’s a promise...

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soft roses, held in bloodless fingers,
bleed a scented redness
caressed by lusts ache
masquerading as a gentle touch

each petal  a charade
a “loves me – loves me...

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A small tree sits among 
bouncing sparrows.
At this time of day
a groundhog may appear 
over the edge of something earthy.

The world arrives each day
blaming no...

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There’s rainsong on Sunday morn.
The herald of Springtime reciting.
A chorus of wings in the changeover.
Unrelenting litany of praise from fowl.

Nature, humble and knowing, cheeps
loud and...

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