Cicada Poems - Poems about Cicada

...Make all of those hearts that are filled with hate, be forced to hibernate and reappear after seventeen years.. They could get it right or remain out of sight in the dirt they could persever......Read More

..."tis the season" a cicada sizzles in the Summer sun as the day begins another begun some day this will all be done when Fall falls into Autumn......Read More

...languorous in heat cicada sings summer song distracted by bee ......Read More

... One of those humid, hard-to-breathe summers when flowers bloom across meadows and fields. Fireflies glow at night to songs of hummers, cicada; whose loud army never yields Days ......Read More

... a balmy evening sweating out rivers of heat ~ sun glares in silence too hot to handle sounds of summer pierce the sky ~ cicada chorus ......Read More

...ZEN DEATH HAIKU VIII These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. Had I not known I was already dead I might have mourned my own passing. —Ota Dokan, loose transla......Read More

...She decided to gift me something done in steampunk. I was thinking owl, cat, dog, or perhaps dragon or hat. It will be earrings, a pin or a pendant, she told me. Don’t ruin the surprise, I told he......Read More

... It lays helpless at the foot of the hill gasping for breath, while the shadows drifts slowly over the hardened earth and thickened skies. The scent of the gully birds kept meandering around strange......Read More

...The Cabin There is a cabin That sits on the shore Of an emerald lake, Alive, with sun and swallows Birds hum along with the children at play Knee deep in warm water and soft sand Catching ......Read More

...i muster bemusement as much as i can as i ask the clerk to run the credit card again after the once more under the half smile and forward thrust of my chin my teeth are fit to crack a misca......Read More

...The Southern Cross’ trajectory across the night sky marks the hours that come to pass. Her prone figure no longer an hourglass; by the silvery light of Phoebe’s* gloss. I cling to the edge of the......Read More

...Land of the Cicada David J Walker This was the land of the Cicada bleating wings filling the air a sunset summer nights concert sweetened with the scent of lavender-tinged lilac blooms fi......Read More

... I'm one of these billions out there hallucinating wanting to be happy we can't get away from it the sun pulls us out of bed to fight until the moon knocks us down to dream again with the su......Read More

... The Cicada’s shell Carried a song to be sung In a gilded cage......Read More

... My guru carries a set of brass knuckles you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir but instead I get ahah hoho and egad I can't do anything right on my best day and I have the branding ir......Read More