Best Mulch Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Quietude
          by Odin Roark

Quietude
Like a tree’s dark shadow
Knows only the absorption of all colors
Rendering the din...

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April first drives up in a new Lamborghini,
Everyone knows it is one of her foolish tricks
She will be driving a beat-up pickup farm truck
In thirty...

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I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white  
and like a little rabbit whos barely grown into his coat 
I linger...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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. . . and the wind blows

pushing the blue bird

higher   farther

past raindrops and darkened clouds

into a valley of golden sun   ...

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Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad...

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What's up?
What's going on?
How come it's 3AM?
And bright as noon?
Have I finally made it
Into a Looney-Tune?

Who left me a hot breakfast,
Then disappeard?
How the hell did...

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Autumn's soundless entrance, causes distress
This changing hue shares a sense of lament
As color in death seems to luminesce
Whispering leaves of Summer turn silent
How peaceful the...

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a freshly mown lawn
     the clippings become new mulch
          the grass will...

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The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried...

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November 12, 2019
Written: by Miracle man

Temperature sits at sixteen
and wind chill makes it ten.
The coldest I can recall,
an early fall having been.

Leaves are now falling,
and...

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“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul then of nature.” 
           ...

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A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair,
stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper,
overt orange, deep vein red,
pallid yellow, scaly amber,
jumble upon bright clad jumble,
earthbound mattress on...

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