Marshes Poems - Poems about Marshes

Shadows of the Valley creatures of the dark pitted dome scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally without souls—pod like, they roam throughout forests assiduously marled awoken from the darkest depth twigs and branches splayed and snarled shadows of the valley doyennes adept distracting sheaves as straws spewing dirt they bask in on battered brain gnaws Taken in is florescent energy of the soldiers asleep wondering lost deep...

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I vividly remember my childhood days, we had a small garden, in which we grew marsh mallow, butterflies would sit on them. Moment I woke up, I would run to them, to see how many flowers had bloomed Oh! The exquisite beauty of colourful butterflies sitting on them, it would give me immense joy. I would often gently caress them, smell them, even...

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In the mellow marshes where butter flies abound, a lot of curious critters here are running all around. Some jitter bugs are here with us. Their music drives us nuts. The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs - hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts. Those butter flies that populate the marshes, they look so pretty flitting in the sun. But yikes!...

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When I look into your eyes Butterflies I see What a wonderful surprise Butterflies are free Like the dawning day’s gestation Warms the willing wistful breast Rising waves of expectation Race to meet my fawning best In the marsh a mellow feeling Magnifies the morning yeast Virgin lips are finally sealing Summer’s supple sumptuous feast Now the butterflies resplendent Multiply in dreams of light Promises to keep...

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I dreamt I was a butterfly Dressed up in pink and white I flew over a field of marshes mellow And sprinkled clouds of white Enchanting them into butterflies. A field of butterflies we were Of pretty pink and white Till the sun came out and ran about Melting us back to marshes mellow. I woke up with a flying start And caught a glimpse...

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fog covered salt marsh duck hunters tread cautiously fiddler crabs scurry...

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