Grass Poems - Poems about Grass

I felt like it was coming, not through buds breaking open, but through a softness in the air, like a soft napkin forgotten on the chest of an old icon. No one announced it not the wind, not the birds, not the old woman at the corner window, threading her days together with a broken needle. This spring has no footsteps, no voice, only the faint scent of resin and...

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every blade of grass has a memory each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look...

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snake in the grass is a real thing they’ve hidden since dynasty known as ming oftentimes knocking off the cherries bing zapping toes with a little ting-a-ling yesterday this was one under my blue swing waiting with his girlfriend to have a fling they were both much thicker than twine or string they caught a bluejay by his slowest wing my taser gun...

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Dropping Flowers, Blades Of Grass, And Us Like flowers droop but refuse to die from the heat, like tanned fields subsumed in the struggle to survive and keep the flow of transpiration, like the trodden blades of grass pushing through sidewalk holes to capture the cosmic energy that fuels them onward the victory they seek to be free, we, like all of nature, must continue to travel the jubilee road...

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in snail-pace schizoid Land of the Dying they sometimes bake schnapps biscuits then throw them to black cat eyeing angels appear asking “what about fiscus ?” they reply “we care not, passings near roof leaks, grass not so glitter green new shoots will bloom, Shangri-La we hear!” “all acts account to day of goodbyes, clean fix broken...

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haiku : turtle dove turtle dove landed love sought crumbs on green grass dew ~ heart cracked so open ————- hiku : turtle dove //_________\\ t ...

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The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows giving mere mortals moments to reflect all that passes in the day these moments take away and each influence intrinsically inspect we have known of old the conflict we are told is the battle between bad and good what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong gain empathy, love, and...

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The rains are here, relentless as ever The grass blade is excited like never The season of hibernation is over Swirling in water, as a duck dumpling in sauce The blade of grass has come home A rich gourmet of moisture and nutrients Thrusts the roots, taking its journey southward And the shoots going northwards The grass blade has taken...

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warm gentle breezes grass greening and trees budding~ birds hatching their chicks ...

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touch grass go out into nature...

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Lisa and I played a round of frisbee-disc golf today—let’s reminisce. I love the ‘live performance’ of sports, how you must physicalise discipline. You get this instant feedback that you have to own and lean hard into. The being present to adjust, the internalised mechanisms of performance—the ‘liveness’—is the most exciting thing about sports. And, of course, the...

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I just want to lie down In this grassy field, do nothing I just want to listen to my body Reflect myself, see the sky Observe the clouds passing my eyes Hear the crickets sound, the wind that howls Lonely, yes it is, but lying is good It's value to me, it keeps me relax It's magical, beautiful, full in its horizontality....

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Great Glowing Green grass Gracefully growing God’s greeting Goodness… ...

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Smooth with his talk Slipped through the shadows, a snake on the walk. He called me an old fowl laughed in my face Wrote poems about me then left not a trace Said,I wanted wood but let’s tell it right He sparked that fire then fled from the light A man with a stroke in his head His words like riddles half-truths left unsaid. An engineer,...

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Allegory (Fable-Parable) Poetry Contest Crystol Woods They were two snakes in the grass buried in the pit of life now bemoaning their past with hisses, coils and strikes she constricts he restricts venom spewing out she thwarts his advances and he thwarts hers stubbornness seeding in the pot of mystery in the rock bottom garden of life ... yet there they were continuously watching...

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