Best Milkweed Poems

in awe we polka
our milkweed pod sonata
dazzling the pond...

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I picked a ripened pod
And split open at its seam,
Hundreds of seeds attached to
Fluffy tufts of hair.

I blew gently and sent a
myriad silken little
parachutes into the air
across the meadow!



Abdul Malik
12/20/12
Natural Landscape...

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The capsule burst open
  Fuzzy floss spills out
Soft white parachutes 
  for small seeds that yearn
     to float away like dreams


January 8, 2017

Contest 261 - Any form, any topic, max of 5 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand
6th place...

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I am a lonely milkweed pod
No one is here to see my prettiness
No child has taken me to school
My seeds are almost ready to fly off and leave me.
Could life feel any more lonely?
It was raining the day I flew away from my mother.
She was...

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The garden you planted is regrowing,
Just like you said it would—
But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage 
Still stand stark;
Everlasting monuments
Of what once was.

Yet time marches on,
And amongst untouched relics of a time long gone,
Milkweed and hydrangeas
Once again revere—
Flourish
In the warm light of life....

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Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state
of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears,

bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls
out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical

instruments left in the room. The song was inside
the winds, became untouchable in obscene

display of...

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The field is full of pods
Ready to let the seeds fly
Milkweed, bursting with life
Waiting to spread growth
Like 100 plants of inspiration
Showing positive change
New beginnings and hope
This is what nature can teach
In so many glorious ways
The ongoing lessons of our lives
Taught by everything around us
 ...

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Doubting Thomas luxuriates under Dylanesque milkweed

made fibrous threads...constituting heavy blanket
(crocheted by the missus)
on a cool Autumn like morning...

to stave off experiencing getting
chilblains, goosebumps,
or subjected to the blast of cold air
wafting thru the opened bedroom window
on a frosty early August morning
about a month before official start...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock at the front door meant a stranger.

Aunt Celesta makes a tall pitcher
Of green Kool-Aid and ice cubes.
She fills two glasses...

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