Best Swampy Poems

In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

Read more of this work...

Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess...

Read more of this work...

Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of...

Read more of this work...

written on time’s page
                     ...

Read more of this work...

Satin Winged Flowers ...by Carrie Richards  and Poet Destroyer

_______________________________________
Let's watch how they cluster in whirlwind ballets, 
lifting like clouds from the dark swampy ground....

Read more of this work...

Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie...

Read more of this work...

Santa in Florida

By Elton Camp

In Florida, Christmas ain’t so grand
Santa’s sleigh won’t slide on sand
And not many children there stay
Most of the folks are old...

Read more of this work...

The pieces of peace were handpicked
Picked in the heart of the night 
Shredded for an aspiration 
To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark
A...

Read more of this work...

Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff.
Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk
"I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault".
Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh,
Regrets...

Read more of this work...

You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another...

Read more of this work...

On Willard Creek, a marsh does lay, 
upon a soft soliloquy of a dormant day...

The moss medusa within her array,
spreads a garden green for our...

Read more of this work...

Pray, if the Gods love us all so much
Why is it that they never do open the skies up
And save us?

Why is it that they...

Read more of this work...

Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly;...

Read more of this work...

An eerie mist spreads across the swampy moors,
At midnight's tolling hour, beware peasant or royal,
Whom travels the hidden roads and lost by ways, lit
From the...

Read more of this work...

Electromagnetic Radiation

Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some...

Read more of this work...