Duckweed Poems - Poems about Duckweed

...Out in the field is a bed of chicory, down along the ditch, wild hydrangeas grow. Dandelions in the yard are quite tasty, so is the duckweed by the side of the road. Wild lettuce, lamb’s quarte......Read the rest...

...Ripples flow across the lake A profusion of serpents swimming Wriggling from shore to shore Skimming stone takes four hops causing rings to widen Circles created by the hand of man kerplunk, ......Read the rest...

...~We used to stalk frogs together.. I'd tell her that in every pond there was a frog king who wears a duckweed crown.. Every time we spotted one she'd whisper "daddy is that the king with the......Read the rest...

...The meadow's fragrance lingers As twilight makes bold of its demand. I deftly touch your fingers Before reaching for your hand. The fireflies are a twinklin' With a dance of love and mad......Read the rest...

...Experiencing trials and hardships along the way, For four years I’ve witnessed the truce in full play. The nation’s at stake as the willow catkins in a gale, My life is the drifting duckweed hit b......Read the rest...

...Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curs......Read the rest...

...Vishwamitra was enraged how he been duped by Deity King Indra felt ashamed of lost all the virtue gained through years after penance and asceticism distanced from mother so child got back......Read the rest...

...There’s an old river course with beginning and end, now the river runs straight without this river bend, where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong. New life has taken over in a billabo......Read the rest...

...The new tomatoes were Little bumps On the Vine Showing off to the Universe Before sundown On the fourth of July Waiting for the Celebration To begin Duckweed choked The pond Set back in the Woods ......Read the rest...

...Villanelle : There are more poets than there are poems There are more poets than there are poems Eveybody writes with some poets’ tongue Do duckweed and mugwort breed well in loams If only those......Read the rest...

... bright blue forget-me-nots speckle lime green duckweed. golden willow leaves crisp against the black water. the whisper of winter's breath rises just beyond the cat-tails. ......Read the rest...

...when we fall from our idle tongues to the traveling tracks of virgin drums and conclude our moist lips, to the odorous of angelic bird-songs. all to be our own little tinkering saga, sailing ove......Read the rest...

...He sat there in his fav'rite chair, a blanket 'cross his lap And covering his snow white hair was his old fishing cap. I knew he could not talk to me since suffering the stroke, But still I sen......Read the rest...