Best Twigs Poems
Twigs
Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.
Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.
The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.
Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.
My Tree, Branch and Twigs
My tree was the life I was given
The branch was the wife I met
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree was not nurtured
My branch went astray
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree was abandoned
My branch I left to nurture
The Twigs are my Kids
My tree is now whole
My branch has grown
The Twigs are my kids
My tree is now alone
My branch is on her own
My Twigs, my kids, are grown
My tree is old
My branch is?
I’ll always love my Twigs
Mark Michael Fitch
1-22-2008
Copyright ©2008 Mark Michael Fitch
(A "Hallmark" of Spring)
Tucked into her twig-knitted nest
a small sparrow sits preening her breast
Shallow though her tiny head rises
above it's rim to watch for any surprises
No eggs yet as spring draws near
though soon I 'spect some may appear
Tiny ones in turquoise blue 'n brown
nestled safely among branches around
It must be a sparrow's truest delight
in keeping her brood safely out o' sight
tucked away 'tween a cradle of twigs
of horsehairs 'n feathers 'n willow sprigs
I'll measure my joy in spring's arrival
by this young sparrow's enduring survival
And I'll languish in nature's beauties
with the watching of her motherly duties
For soon will arrive tiny young squeaks
squirming for worms with frail young beaks
Fledgling little feathers from nest inside
will blossom in spring once winter's denied
But should I lament winter's leaving
or the last fallen snow leaves me grieving
I'll feed my sorrow from the marrow
of this little nesting and pregnant sparrow
(March 18 2016)
Winter's twigs wither when wild wind whisks
sprigs in tempestuous blizzard weather.
1/7/2021
Jaba Love the bite of "Bhachu"
Leaves the colour of crimson
Your chariots zooming past
Hearts so desire your embrace
Calmy I now chew worlds emerge
Anthaas is when mind envisions
You are sacred very sacred..
Enemies who demonized you
Now revere appreciating you
Tributes see rolling in KING
They cross the ravines of Tana
Since teenage ME adoring you
The glory of SIER
Basking under the SUN
Swayed by the MOUNTAIN breeze
Lustfull delinquents staring at YOU
Your sentry the seraphi GUARD
Seven sons of the LIGHT
Striking the thieving wolves
Forbidden from using you VEVE
Show me your FRUITS..
Let me IMMORTALITY embrace
Now in REBELLION, i embrace you
Let them call us goats
We are higher than Atlantis
Nivarnas beacons in realtime
An electric current uniting
All currents byword Karama
Indeed your word CIIRA is law
Flowing beautiful meandering
MAARANJA is where I will build
My throne straddling the gate
City of gods and immortals
WABA you waters a people blessed
Am but SWORN to protect
A people a tree a vine - ADOOR
JOY does eventually come..
In deeming witness to the STAR
Your sandal straps am not worth..
To untie yet they now yield to your will
The CALL unto repentance
I will call you ELI for you are chosen
Will you my redeemer try my farm
My vine and fruits the best in the land
Not just food but it is soul food
For the JUST ones THE UP-RITE
They were but slain... SHAHADHA
Upon the second heaven am planted
The eastern bypass I see you are open
Its time to gain entry..
For the elect to go home
It's your RULE we desire
Oh JUST one of ZAYUINI
Your word is LAW
Millennia in your presence
The govt from above..
Secrets abound regimes fall
Yeshua You are worthy
The sun sends forth her fiercest rays
Yet no warmth is felt this December day
The wind chills my bones, though the heavens are blue
Trees, bare of leaves, offer unrestricted views
of twigs at the end of tiny branches, shaped like V's
In Spring they'd be buds, now -- veins and capillaries
framed 'gainst the backdrop of that raw clear-blue sky
Poised for coming snowfalls, my heart wants to die
A turbulent stream cascades on dry desert floor
Foaming waters flow up the high dunes in spree
Summer sun burns wasteland to green in the core
The charcoal night lights up the daytime debris.
Life is shattered by time’s smooth flow at its slowest
In chilled winter night I’m smoldered and in strain
A wandering wounded deer I find a tiny bird nest
To lie on sweet dreams I make with twigs of pain.
September 11, 2021
Contest : Nonsense Rhyme
Sponsor : Charles Messina
Twigs embrace fragile
Woven, random tapestry
Unborn future care.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
WINTER to S P R I N G
Welcome Spring bring
Goodbye Winter fling
Snowflakes use to glow
New seeds start to grow
Twigs and shoot flare
Blossoms scented the air
Cool breeze sprang up
Potion of poetry dose up
Butterflies and bees fluttering
from sweet nectars sipping.
©aroque
eerie odds itched
fumbling frails flipped
saucy syllables puked
nosing nocturnal nude
lanky lust birthed
heaving haughty pandemic
ordeals awed strife
taunting tuning thrives
wielding whooshing wiles
dark dribbles dripped
tracing bruised tips
laced wit's lips
trained technology thrilled
taming teenybopper's twigs.
'20:05:09:19:21
Note: Of trained technology.
Children must follow
What is good and God's way,
As parents sage say.
On all our Christmas tree twigs
On the boughs and the sprigs
Adorned with the presence of
The Present and the Dove
Gently dancing out Their Christmas jigs
as we mortals trim
trees do not pare their offshoots ~
sense of nail and flesh
08 October 2021
Like smithereens in cahoots,
Tensed flames swept and did brood.
Leaves strange stood
Legs curled - proper nude.
Skin sore of whips
Traced on veins by the fire's teeth.
Root rustic rhyme,
Though irregular, the branches would comply.
Tilting crack-dance,
The earth received the soothing lance.
Imprisoned in ditto jive,
Oaks, Figs, gave tries.
And the fire lick and slew,
The libido of the jungle
Clouds in lofty peace,
The malady did see.
The sun swift in pity,
Whipped the cloud till weep be.
The tongue of the flames were cut,
And roasted in the returning sun.
Yet the scattered trees lay,
For their impending decay.
As wickedness is curbed,
But its breath pounds still in curves.
19:09:13:06:03
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Poetry. Scared Twigs Twisted
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Winter's bony hand~
twigs etch prayers in frozen air,
branches hum low hymns.
The brisk wind reads them aloud,
one brittle verse at a time.