Best Tadpoles Poems

Apple blossoms flutter in the breeze.  Awakening,
Barefoot to the brook we go, brightly scampering,
Counting caterpillars discovered on our way -
Daffodil and daisy picking this...

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Beneath a lovers’ moon, Summer breezes in.
In still-cool primrose evenings lingering from spring,
she whispers in my ear.
I hear. . .
honey bees near lilacs, whippoorwills in...

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As the reaper approached, I lie waiting for death,
whispering sad goodbyes while gasping for breath.
In a blurry haze of awareness, I drift towards sleep,
as visions...

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"The Great In-Between"



Oh jolle 
vision green 
shining 
black feather-framed
emeralds
spilling over 
the mask’s rim
walls fall while
Jericho doors close
lockdown 
unravels 
like a mind ribbon
travels 
through words
swimming in...

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part 1 

We bend low under over-hanging branches
lit by reflected river-light gently shifting. 
Our boots suck the muddy bank.
We wade into clear water
the dappled up-light...

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two sijo

Take note of the resemblance between maple seeds and tadpoles?
Ideas spin round like maple seeds seeking a spot to sprout; 
our minds are small...

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Soaking up sunshine on sandy warm shores;
   sipping sangria while sampling smores.
Under umbrellas we’re putting to use;
   utterly euphoric as the...

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Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor 
purring   snuggler,
full of  curiosity and play 
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail...

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Lonely, the river flowed a long while
teeming with tadpoles, insects and fish.
Winding through meadows, it came upon
cows that were grazing near its green banks.
Something came...

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How we love this secluded pond
He lowers me to the grass
And on my stomach I watch
Little beetles, blue dragonflies
Transparent wings fluttering
soft humming near my ears
My...

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Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days,
In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play.
Grass snakes are fine...

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tadpoles growing in a pond
anxious for the great beyond
decreased numbers, fairly grim
takes too long to grow a limb

hiding from the larger fish
trying not to be...

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POND
like a
tiny lake

we laughed as darting
tadpoles slid in and out
of our eager grasping hands

“childhood’s secret summer retreat”

 For Joseph May's Pyramids3---- 7 Lines Poetry Contest...

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As a boy
I explored shallow river beds.
I carried home in a jar unnamed water-bugs,
minnows, tadpoles and
little frogs that glowed yellow
when the sunlight swam in the...

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I’ll tell you of a world I’ve seen
Of waterfalls and streams
A land where the water meets the woods
Where the bluebird sings
A place that’s tranquil but...

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