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Briery Poems - Poems about Briery

Cold winter nights

...I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary

Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?

Am I content with what I have in life? And is li...

Categories: briery, age, change, confusion, depression,
Form: Rhyme

O Hedgehog!

...Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes...

Categories: briery, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Bleak In Winter's Cold

...Except for the snow, it’s a monochromatic scene
The pond is frozen to a reflecting mirror finish,
In the fields there is not a speck of green to behold
Overall, the countryside is blea...

Categories: briery, perspective, seasons, winter,
Form: Ekphrasis

Journey

...Walking the journey, we must be careful not to trip
Over the fallen dead wood strewn along our path,
Careful to step high, look high, relishing adventure
Journey is taking up every rew...

Categories: briery, journey,
Form: Free verse

A Thanksgiving Bouquet

...The dark red
berries of a single tree 
in Autumn 

burst within 
the enchanting leaves of gold., 
like the fronds

of a rose
at Dusk, meek and sleepy, 
in the ebb

of a sun-
set.The soft...

Categories: briery, allusion, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form: Haiku

Listening

...Claws step over ear bones,
tap on the tin roof. The cabin
creaks like an ark.

All day winding along
a Kentucky ridge line,
to lodge a night
in a bow-beamed shack.

I fry bacon and bread
on...

Categories: briery, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

Deep Sleep of Foreigner's Flagon

...For twenty years,
Tears in-between,
Rain and rust
And gray-beard dust.

A flooded flagon,
Empty-dry. Laid aside.
A spook to his wolf,
savior to the squirrels.

A languid man snores
While r...

Categories: briery, sleep,
Form: Free verse

Rubezahl

...Once whence the wind was roaring,
Atop the highest mount where the rain was pouring,
There stood in cloak a peculiar presence,
Of man whose nature is wood in essence. 

Bellowing blows of gust b...

Categories: briery, adventure, fairy, magic, wind,
Form: Rhyme

Efflorescence

...Momma says I've got a poet's heartache
that I dally 
among the gardens of malady
where briery thorns
nip at their own flimsy petals
and all the virile plants want to heal me,
but I'm saving mys...

Categories: briery, introspection, life, on writing
Form: Free verse