Mud Poems - Poems about Mud

...I saw Thriplow in its merriment Vintage cars from Cambridge and an abundance of folk singers with strobes of defiant daffodils food for the feasties Morris Dancers sermonising past practice and......Read More

... Along the upper estuary, boats laid beached on mud like whales you see on news clips stranded helpless in the drained shallows of a low tide. These boats too were out of their natural wo......Read More

...When the first drop of the summer rain touches the dry soil there springs a fragrance stronger than sandal wood eucalyptus or elaichi. It's a treat for the senses that longs for......Read More

... We are victims Tied with common fetters Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires Loosely searching to make ends meet: The meeting at this spot, Either to go or stay, is a choice. ......Read More

... she gave away her money her heart her time when she wasn’t supposed to she quit her successful corporate career when she wasn’t supposed to she withdrew to commune ......Read More

... Among millions passersby We found each other. You were scared Covered with fleas Thirsty, hungry and sobbing. Never ever I imagine that I'll keep you close in my arms. You were skinny Co......Read More

...I quite enjoyed writing these two line poems for the Bantu contest - the idea of the call and response with two different statements but the same sensory response to each line. A bit like a game of M......Read More

...I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin, Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften; The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead? The linen within did not look like my bedspread.......Read More

...Too many corners of my heart trying so hard to fill up searching in the dirt searching in the mud searching everywhere walking every path... You don't want to play you just want to bite y......Read More

...Tickle me, Spring, with the tip of a bud And the fluffiest cloud in the sky Tickle me, roll me about in the mud And tease me and teach me to fly Tickle me, Spring, with a tickling stick That i......Read More

... Little Cindy Cleary Yet thought day dreary Still went outside and played Then she had so much fun Just covered in wet mud Mother's sincerely Dismayed ......Read More

...I, too, dislike poems. I’ve tried runes (and rampikes) but that’s affected rather than merely effete. So I call them figments. When people query What do you write? at a barbecue or birthday p......Read More

...last year's seasons contrasted deeply when it rained, the harvests drowned the torrents blinded both eyes and minds reckless we demanded retribution from the skies for what all that was washe......Read More

...THEY MARCHED* for miles in blistering heat THEY MARCHED with nothing to drink or eat THEY MARCHED as soldiers, Filipinos alike, THEY MARCHED over trails others had hiked BLOOD FILLED the path of ......Read More

... There was 3 trees on a road one was too big one was too small one was too high one was too low but one of them gave no shade at all. There was a lake nearby but this sad lake was dried......Read More