Marsh Poems - Poems about Marsh

In the land of golden sunshine, where the waves do crash, There lies a tranquil beauty, a Californian marsh. Where waters shimmer softly, reflecting skies so blue, A haven for the creatures, and a sanctuary too. The marshland breathes with life, a chorus of birdsong, As egrets gracefully wade, camly gliding along. Their wingspan wide and elegant, in search of...

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When love is too loud, and lurid, it languishes in lewd, lusty lakes. When love is silent, and steadfast, it sings sweetly with soft waves on sea shores. When love is motionless and mute, it meanders to black mold and makes miserable, monotonous marshes. So let me love thee silently, softly, with actions, with adjectives and valiant verbs....

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let’s toast some ghosts, the witch said to me. Her hair was as red as the devil’s sea. I had no words, but wondered what she meant. when I saw it, I was lost in wonderment. You are really toasting ghosts! I exclaimed. I told you she said to me, her hair inflamed. The ghosts were booing, hissing, and stuff. She said...

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A dusty quiver lay on my back Its arrows clean and sharp I wade with purpose through itchy reeds My boots dragging in the muck I hear you before I see you Your laugh collapsing the virgin marsh between us A fistful of whites and yellows My dear whites and yellows Ready, steady It’s no use! For if I lose an arrow My quiver will lighten...

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My parents moved recently– a nice place, marsh view, plenty of trees and walking trails a nice big kitchen for Scottish breakfasts. Their deck upstairs looks out on the marsh water shining in the sun. The aquatic landscape broken only by the stilted legs of hungry herons. The floorboards no longer creak beneath my ocher footsteps and I feel like a visitor here–tourist Then I...

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Marsh rabbit Jumping through the swamp Eating swamp grass and other plant life Brown is their fur so they can blend in With their surroundings A good hiding technique Photogenic rabbits They stop moving just to blend in to the landscape but people still get their photo Baby marsh rabbits are the cutest things So little you almost miss seeing them On the way...

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Here, the infant Day In a misty hush Lies, as swaddled. Moses, among the reeds! And the Nile's weeds. No wind dares blow up. Stirs, lapwing, leaf. As duck, paddled. Daughter of Eygpt's throne Come claim your own!...

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Sluggish swamp water seeps through cypress knee Looking for the reclusive crocodiles now infesting, Our air boat skims along the edge of Okeefenochee Where we spy a prehistoric-like alligator ingesting What appears to be an unwary otter or fox squirrel Our guide points out a log laden with sunning turtles With the reptiles in the swamp, we have no quarrel, As accelerating...

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whooping crane still waits patiently amongst the marsh knowing what shows up...

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Cricket in the 70s was great When the future was up to a World Series fate And Rod Marsh was one of Kerry Packer’s men To get better paid was their demand When the Chappells, Doug Walters, Lenny Pascoe and friends Returned to cricket properly with fulfilled demands We saw Thommo and Lillee bowling down With Rod Marsh crouching where the cherry...

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Pussy Willows Among the wild cattails marsh, Wetlands mire and morass harsh, Pussy Willow buds appear In warm grey fur chase off winter’s jeers. Close to streams they sink deep roots Laps up milk of streamlet’s fruits Vernal purr of perfection Sacred siren of Resurrection. 2-8-22 Contest: A Poem Crafted In the Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke Syllable count 7779. According to...

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When the sky is piercing blue and the ocean's the same color too When the humidity's gone from the air and the temperature's not 'way up there' When sun's rays are welcome, not harsh and all's well in meadow and marsh When there are apples on the tree to munch and the forest is...

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I love to meander in a forest green to discover nature and things growing wild I love ferns all filigree and silent ponds and moss hanging from trees the hush of a marsh and birds and songs that exist there in the deep shadows and the mellow tranquil hues I love to linger and just listen to the voices of...

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Sweet and sensual coconut melts along the top staggered familiar sizes and shapes droolings on the tongue, ambrosia running through the fields like fidgety children restless and free on tenterhooks flitting like butterflies on the hunt flower nectar candied on the bloom drawn into the dream of marshmallowed confectionaries sweet sugared goodies nectar for the...

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Only the cold crunching of the fresh snow bunching, and the tired leather boots as I take that first step Can be heard right here by no other frozen ear, for away I rushed off to find silence instead And all that is harsh exists not on this marsh, where the only prying eyes belong to birds and deer The moment I did hesitate to glide along my...

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