Best Marshland Poems

There’s a marshland where I come from –
              Wet and slowly dying...

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In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the...

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The Marshland
In the middle of the fen where the soil is full of rotting foliage, 
roots of tree from the time the land was a...

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As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary

so we set home upon the river bed.

At first we floated like...

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Around me in a seamless stream, leaves cartwheel in the wind
They tumble from the tall ramparts, then seep into ravines
I've stepped into continuum, to a...

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Thou art no migrant bird, O Pink Beauty,
But forced art to fly many a long miles
Looking for fresh habitat and water,
In search of new breeding...

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Some of the neighbors
Complain about the house across from me
It stands apart
From the neat lawns
Wide driveways 
And picket fences.

Some say 
The people who live there
Inherited...

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He realized shortly after seating himself
atop of a massive stone on the park's knoll, 
gazing out over the lush spring-green prairie 
sewn together by a...

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each gesture flickers

blazing gold and russet tones

huffed breaths sing of olden notes

October shimmers

on marshland trails bound to gleam

before winter shifts to white



Contest: October Bliss or...

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It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless...

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A spec, lazily floating upon : “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
And then there were two specs, entwined together Spot
Black hole, in the Beauty...

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For some time a young man had not seen his lover.
He made haste to join her soon as time allowed.
Riding on horseback he sped home...

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Lin, a Chinese friend giggled at my feeble, say,
pedestrian attempt at Cantonese,
the Chinese word for butterfly or dragon even moth 
just vanished down the throat...

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In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have...

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visitors flood park
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