Best Molt Poems

trees molt --
an acorn is covered
in darkness...

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It’s early spring, and tulips are in bloom;
as folks come out and shed their winter wrap;
the season comes alive from nature’s nap,
and warms the air,...

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Should early morning sunrise skip
A day or two and nighttime stars
All disappear from view, would you
Be there to hold my quaking hand?
When cherubic celestial wings
Begin...

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7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing...

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These big mother mayflies
spend larval lives in mud
eating detrital crud,
then molt and take to skies
to mate, lay eggs and die
hand on to newer blood.

Freedom's brief...

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a...

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A molt of white robe 
                   ...

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Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty...

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well worth waiting for
cicadas do splits on screen
morning buzz for child

Brian Johnston
June 16, 2016

Poet's notes: 
When I was a child my sister and I used...

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NEUTRAL COLOURS

Special species in speeches,

Thronging the long lawn.

Chameleon:echelon of neutrality.

Pavillion:bullion of activities.

Springtime:symbol of productivities.

Humans abound around,

The globe for abode.

Different but not,

Inference for lot.

Global creed of...

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Nature's Treasures

A fleeting monarch butterfly greets me on my walk,
Fluttering about, the exquisite orange and black colour,
The conversation subtle and delightful,
Landing on a branch of...

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snowflakes, fragile tufts of downy fluff  
tumble ever so gently from the heavens
blown off the wings of angels
by Winter's cool breath
as feathers of virgin...

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Take pleasure in chapters from the past; 
some are affairs never to be revisit in this residue.
Only tongues look a lot like God; secrets have...

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Appearing from nowhere, a red stain in my colourless 
vision, I found them cold in the whiteness of the first 

snowfall. They lay there in...

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Daylight-Kissed skin and tempered glassy waves, Sun and Moon quarreling as twins, school kids bouncing out of their homework-ridden graves. Viridescent balmy plants, stirring through...

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