Best Seedling Poems
I don't need very much to stay alive,
a little urban rain from time to time.
It's not luxurious, here in the ground,
but I'm content with it, this life of mine.
There's not a lot for me to view from here;
the iron forest always sees to that.
It must be nice to venture past those trees;
but trapped am I, within this concrete crack.
At times, my mistress seems unfair; although,
I'm quite accustomed to this static fate;
her morning eye and moistful firmament
ensure my needs are met, despite my state.
I'm well aware her sight does take a while
to reach my herbal arms from where I stand,
but being patient is a noble trait,
and one that's helped me flourish in this land.
Oh there's no need to worry over me;
I'm quite resilient for a city weed.
I know I can't get up and rule my life;
but as I said, there's not much that I need.
But what of you, my busy human friend?
How goes the life your maker granted you?
Forgive my prying, but I'm most concerned
with all the stress that you've been going through.
You have the freedom to decide your home,
the priv'lege to decide what you will eat,
the sov'reignty to change your day's routine,
and you were gifted with nomadic feet.
I cannot say decisions aggravate,
for they are favors I have never had.
But how can one despise such dowery?
I can't imagine how that'd be so bad.
So listen to this humble seedling's word:
before you think your life is but a curse,
take out the time to reassess your gifts;
your life could surely be a great deal worse.
Categories:
seedling, life, nature, urbanlife, life,
Form:
Ballad
The other day, strolling along a rushing mountain stream,
Upon the carpeted forest floor I saw a golden beam.
It shown upon a blue spruce seedling only inches high.
I tarried to contemplate its future, resting upon a stone nearby.
Will you grow up to become a family's Christmas tree,
Brightly bedecked, with children dancing about with glee?
Or grow to towering height, reaching for the pristine sky,
Adorned with cones and spreading bough, pleasing to passersby?
Perhaps you'll be chosen as the Yule tree to grace the President's abode,
An honor upon which very few of your peers will e'er be bestowed,
Your peak topped with a star symbolizing peace o'er all the nation,
As joyous folks celebrate The King with great veneration!
Or in your welcoming arms will dainty birds find warmth to nest?
Will the majestic eagle linger to preen and take its rest?
You will be so magnificent when snows garnish your every bough,
As you tower, glistening, upon the frowning mountain brow!
Someone in a stroke of wisdom issued a momentous decree,
When they designated you as Colorado's official tree!
As time unfolds, many fierce storms you will surely endure.
I pray God will protect you, little one, as you continue to mature!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
seedling, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Biding, Burrowing.
Building, breaching, burgeoning...
Breathing-- BLOSSOMING!
Categories:
seedling, birth, flower, green, growth,
Form:
Haiku
A tiny seed deep in the Earth
starving for the light
Pushing hard against the soil
one day springs to life
Looking like a fragile twig
not knowing where to go
Standing still for all the world
will soon, put on a show.....
Categories:
seedling, creation, earth, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Drifting languid, light
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.
Categories:
seedling, allegory, dedication, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Verse
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked our needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for i am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields in which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but i and my.
copyright@3-2010 MarymMcshirley/kilker
Categories:
seedling, natureworld, tree, sky, tree,
Form:
Free verse
You were under the dirt so deep that you didn't even know that you were there.
After many days and nights of rain you still did not appear.
One morning the sun came and warmed you and you began to sprout.
Seven mornings later you poked your needles out.
Then came a new world of warmth and light, and a nightly darkness.
In this nightly darkness were stars of bright whites shooting across the sky of night.
For spring has come and you have sprung into the world of growth.
Once a seed and now a tree, life leaves more for the eye to see.
I know for I am the pollen in which you once knew, before you were a seed.
And the air in which we once breathed we now breath again.
For now you are the tree in which beams above all in the land, I am the flower who admires
all those above.
You my tree are above the rest.
Above the land is a sky of blues and grey, the greens are the fields of which we stand.
For all that is below and up above are all connected with love.
A ground so deep and a sky so high nothing is for sure but I and my.
Copyright@3-2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
Categories:
seedling, natureworld, tree, sky, tree,
Form:
Light Verse
In a florid month of May
I trod a field one sunny day
All is alluring- yes I can say
Draped with flowers along its way.
And in the verdant field I see
Every man with its tree
But lo, one sapling was left behind
With no one with but loneliness entwined.
Poor seedling on the ground
It withered without a sound
For when it’s planted, all care’s deprived
And amidst the heat, who can abide?
All its nearby tress bear its fruits
But poor sapling on the ground
Now withered without a sound
‘tis a painful image of the truth.
And memories come flooding on my mind
I am like a seedling left behind
For when our friendship have its birth
My heart do leaps to show a mirth
But things do change along the run
I had thought I killed the fun
But lo it’s you who broke the bond
Like we've built our friendship on a sand.
Categories:
seedling, best friend, birth, flower,
Form:
Free verse
------------------------- Seedling
Its only a dream
a little tiny green sprout
waiting to take root
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Categories:
seedling, adventure, allegory, allusion, america,
Form:
Haiku
I held in my hand a little seed.
It was so small and yet had so much potential.
I gently placed it in some soft fertile soil.
I covered it over and looked in awe.
Every day I tended to it,
watched for the first sign of life.
I was rewarded one day with a tentative, gentle glimmer.
Hapiness overwhelmed me.
I looked after it lovingly, and it grew strong.
Love and care and nourishment.
All my little flower needed.
It was so beautiful, graceful.
Everyone who looked upon it fell in love.
I plucked that flower and placed it in some neutral water.
At first it blossomed.
I knew I had done the right thing.
The petals glowed with life.
Then,
something went wrong.
The water grew stale.
My little flower started to wilt.
It bent over and the petals went dull.
One by one she shed her beautiful plumage.
What had I done?
I took my beautiful flower and held it in my hand.
No more was her shining glory.
I wept and held it tight.
I closed my hand protectively.
When I opened my hand, there it was.
Another little seed,
waiting to be reborn.
Categories:
seedling, daughter, hope, love, beautiful,
Form:
Bio
At first, it was merely a seedling of hope,
struggling hard to cope.
And yet, it felt new,
as it slowly grew.
People proved they cared
how older folks fared.
The right questions asked,
their tears were unmasked.
Wash your hands with soap
truth's a safety rope,
at first, it was merely a seedling of hope.
(Rhyme)
08/14/2020
Categories:
seedling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Verse
Bloom ye flower
Oh seed planted by my gene
Spread forth thy petals
Embracing the rays of aspiration and hope
The triumphs and failures
That may buffet against thee
Only nourish the soil
Which shall strengthen thy foundation
Feeding thy soul
Thereby magnifying thy beauty
Thy love will inhale
I pray thou will not fade nor wilt
Remember, oh gentle flower
The fragrance ye possess
Will be only enhanced
Enticing thy bee
Spreading forth the roots
Of love
That are entwined within thee forever
Categories:
seedling, daughter, love, visionary,
Form:
Ballad
Given love and hope and warmth and light
The seedling can begin its fight
Defy the elements trying to survive
Trying so hard despite its short time alive
Your love and hope and warmth and light
Is all that gets me through the night
I would surrender without you by my side
Drowned by all of the tears I cried
Given hate and despair and darkness cold
The seedling never even grows old
Brutally defeated by the frigid frost
Cold winds blow another life is lost
My hate and despair and darkness cold
Is closing my heart making me old
Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost
My soul is a land of tundra and frost
Categories:
seedling, angst, confusion, loss, nature,
Form:
The apple of your eye?
That compliment is dead.
Instead, you left me dry,
Through cored-out tears I shed.
And now the cage I call my heart,
Or perhaps a fortress, rather
Cold and in the darkness now,
For this I thank you, Father.
Categories:
seedling, angst, father,
Form:
Rhyme
The seed is planted deep
Down within the moist soil
Slowly the seed cracks open
Allowing roots to form and uncoil
Reaching as far as it can
up towards our father sky
instinctively seeds do this,
But, I cannot tell you why
Growing, up through the earth
the new seedlings climb
Yearning for the Sunshine’s warmth
during the daytime
Finally making it through
Mother Earth’s crust
charging and feeding on
the suns rays, it must
to continue to grow until it
becomes a beautiful rose.
Here is some wisdom
that this little seedling knows
You have to keep going
even during times of strife
Theses are some lessons
You can use in your life
Things always seem the darkest
Just before the dawn
Creating the roots that
Your life can build upon
You can’t ever give up
No matter what your goal
such valuable lessons to aid
in the growth of your soul.
6/10/2020
Categories:
seedling, growth,
Form:
Rhyme