Marshland Poems - Poems about Marshland

...most violent war a marshland for the masses crocodiles eat loving their fodder dragging corpses in water hiding evidence......

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...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, an......

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...Dead World Only bog, a marshland, outcaste life, a world of a life A world of a bona fide and kind-hearted life, no image No vision, no view, nothing, the future is blind, a kind the one of o......

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...The sun rises slowly here, fingers of sunlight lifting his body over the wall of marshland to check on his children. ......

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... If you see some ants, you will A) trample them under your feet B) feed them with leftover sweet C) turn them into a yum treat D) watch them catwalk down the street If you see mo......

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...To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce, chased and trophied by a mightier foe; striped jungle beast with eyes and claws that pierce - O white coated emperor in the snow. Now it’s ......

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...A day by the sea, You reveal life and death Happening all at once, Out of, what seems like, human control, His control, her control… Dead birds washed up on the shingle shore. A baby seal pup......

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...steamy marshland teems breeding mosquitos and flies stagnate brown water written June 13, 2021......

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... dancer in the dense vegetation of a marshland echoes a harsh-like call a very unbirdlike call of a gallinute rail bird with glossy blue-green plummage br......

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...Lin, a Chinese friend giggled at my feeble, say, pedestrian attempt at Cantonese, the Chinese word for butterfly or dragon even moth just vanished down the throat of one so eager yet befuddled, ......

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...Morality, it's 'good' it's 'grand' and works to some degree. But sometimes for us it leads to marshland or tragedy. Why so you ask? Does it not complete and compel the task? It hinders as often th......

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...Thou art no migrant bird, O Pink Beauty, But forced art to fly many a long miles Looking for fresh habitat and water, In search of new breeding and nesting isles. And in this search of a shallo......

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...Sky squeezes wet clouds and showers drip through fingers and drop on earth’s grip. Drops peer through nerve ends to starving earth’s soul; soul fills in and crust moistens and drops sli......

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...Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure Rejoicing with fragrance with......

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...Sad indeed the tears we shed in hollow marshland streams, bad vibes worsen childhood fears, they shatter midnight dreams, mad at tactless ghostly jeers and oddball moonlight beams, had my fill ......

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