Written: May 04, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." By Rumi
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Spring geckos dance amid the early dew,
Olive snuggles with dulcet dreams as mint.
A duckling settles softly in a shaded view,
Okenite feathers smoke in a dizzying hint.
Emerald drips flow over the damp meadow,
While May rain pours down, akin to arrows.
Windswept snags utter a rose-scented breeze,
A smooth swoosh paint with oakmoss squeeze.
Purple iridescence widens in spinel phlox,
Ancient songs reverberate in the grassy blocks.
With the light, a shooting star makes its way,
Dashing over a midnight black onyx display.
In the embrace of mauve marigold air,
Dandelion tufts sparkle as opals laid bare.
Whispers in the sky, drifting glare.
Categories:
grassy, appreciation, spring,
Form: Rhyme
the grass is greener
on the other side
of
the otherworldly sidewalk
where
the glass harmonica is grassier
where
the grass doesn't grow
on
a busy streetcar named
apathy
Categories:
grassy, humorous, surreal, word play,
Form: Light Verse
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound
She's aware of the haughty hounds roaming around
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She knows nature will protect them with love profound
Her eggs will hatch and chicks will fly victory crowned
The pheasant has laid her eggs on a grassy ground
She's joyously restless though fears in her abound
22 June 2021
Categories:
grassy, bird, care, fear, life,
Form: Triolet
Fanning grass:-,
an adventure of glass.
Categories:
grassy, adventure,
Form: Haiku
Fanning grass:-,
an adventure of glass.
Categories:
grassy, adventure,
Form: Haiku
verdant grassy knoll, cardinal flying warm summery sun
lullaby ready buzzing of jet plane, gorgeous memories
scent of sweet lilacs, drone of lawnmower and songbirds trilling
Written 5-23-2020
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Sijo
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
grassy, nature,
Form: Sijo
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF GRASSY PLAINS,
WHERE WAR TOOK PLACE
IN A WORLD OF PAINS.
OUR COUNTRY MEN, OUR FATHERS, SONS & FRIENDS,
SENT TO BATTLE IN WAR,
& WHICH BECAME,
THEIR EACH DEATHLY ENDS.
THEY WHOM FOUGHT FOR THEIR LAND,
OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
INSTEAD LED BY THE GOVERNMENTS CRUELTY
LAYING IN THEIR GRAVES,
NOW IN DEATH THEY'RE LEFT TO ROT.
OUR SOLDIERS HAILED HEROES FOR ACTING OUT WARS DEMANDS.
OF THEIR VERY OWN COUNTRYS, BASTARDING GOVERNING HANDS!
FAMILES LEFT BEHIND WITH THEIR GRIEF FOR THEIR DEAD
WHICH HAS COME ABOUT BY AN UNJUST CRUELTY BY THE GOVERNMENT LED!
UPON THE FIELDS OF MASS DESTRUCTION IN WAR.
TO THEIR VERY OWN DEATHS
NOW IN THEIR GRAVES THAT THEY FOUGHT FOR.
WHY DIDNT THEY LISTEN TO THEIR PARENTS INSTEAD
OF THAT BASTARDING GOVERNMENT THAT LEFT THEM EACH OF THEM DEAD.
IF I HAVE LEARNT ANYTHING IN MY TIME ON THIS EARTH IS ILL TEACH MY CHILDREN TO GIVE NOT INTO THE LAWS & GIVE GREED A WIDE BERTH.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2017
Categories:
grassy, anxiety, betrayal, conflict, courage,
Form: Blank verse
Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum
huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops
of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling
winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly...
In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons
mushroom, spreading far and wide, usurping
the green mantle of my lawn, stems now shooting forth
twisting and turning at jagged angles, bizarrely...
at times, wild undergrowth barging into a (civilized) urban plot
when poof! their signature yellow smiles vanish, dispersed into
puff balls, architectural marvels, wind-scattered seeds, ubiquitous
but not before my inner child picks out a lovely bouquet
for my saintly mother
April 07, 2019
Entry in DANDELIONS contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
grassy, flower, mother, nature, wind,
Form: Free verse
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF GRASSY PLAIN,
WHERE WAR HAS TOOK PLACE IN A WORLD OF PAINS.
OUR COUNTRY MEN, OUR FATHERS, SONS & OUR FRIENDS,
WHO WERE SENT TO WAR, AND WHICH BECAME OF THEIR EACH DEATHLY ENDS.
THEY WHOM FOUGHT FOR THEIR LAND OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
INSTEAD LED BY THE GOVERNMENTS TO LAY IN THEIR GRAVES THEY NOW IN DEATH ROT.
OUR SOLDIERS HAILED HEROES FOR ACTING OUT THE DEMANDS.
OF THEIT VERY OWN COUNTRYS BASTARDING GOVERNING HANDS.
FAMILES LEFT BEHIND WITH THEIR GRIEF FOR THE DEAD WHICH HAS COME ABOUT BY AN UNJUST CRUELTY BY THE GOVERNMENT LED.
UPON THE FIELDS OF MASS DESTRUCTION IN WAR
THEIR VERY OWN DEATHS THEY IN THEIR GRAVES HAD THEY FOUGHT FOR.
WHY DIDNT THEY LISTEN TO THEIR PARENTS INSTEAD OF THAT BASTARDING GOVERNMENT THAT LEFT THEM EACH OF THEM DEAD.
IF I HAVE LEARNT ANYTHING IN MY TIME ON THIS EARTH
IS ILL TEACH MY CHILDREN TO GIVE NOT INTO THE LAWS & GIVE GREED A WIDE BERTH.
Categories:
grassy, corruption, grave, memorial day,
Form: Blank verse
On grassy bank beside the stream
Beneath the weeping willow tree
I watched her, for she was me
Weeping silently
Oh river, take my heart
Downstream with you..
Gently as the morning dew
Softly as the evening hue.
Categories:
grassy, longing, loss,
Form: Free verse
Our grassy lot above the sea,
Were sadness seldom found.
melodies and ocean songs,
twirled us round and round.
Never a reprieve from our
laughter, nor a dull day befell.
A relationship so mighty,
unafraid of the largest swell.
The wind shifts, and clouds roll
in as the night comes nye.
It promises to be a passing
storm but how the weather lies.
The salty air has spelled the
end, as the paint chips away.
Misery breaks apart the boards
and the grass is turning gray.
Rabbit watches now turtle
clocks, time now bitter still.
Rid me of my timely matters, I
pray that be gods will.
Her body broke against the
rocks, as did my mind that day.
Good night my dearest friend in
love, I will never get to say.
Master mariners and sailors
broken by the tide.
Reach to her for life and love,
as I did in summer time.
Categories:
grassy, change
Form: ABC
I went to the countryside and fell in love with sheep.
Even at this late date.
A city girl wanted to weave
a new fabric for living.
Run with them,
Lie with them,
Shear them.
Touch the lanolin,
Feel the softness,
Smell the rawness.
Look into those eyes,
Dye the wool.
Weave a shawl or blanket,
and crawl under it
Close to the earth
on a grassy hill
In Gloucestershire,
I slept.
Categories:
grassy, animals, introspection, love, nature,
Form: I do not know?