Rooting Poems - Poems about Rooting

To watch something competitive You have to pick a side, With someone you can root for And with whom you feel allied. It could be sports or politics Or various awards Or venues like Medieval Times Where knights wield shields and swords. For when we are invested In the outcome and we root, Excitement bubbles up and often Joy will follow suit. It’s fun to cheer our...

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Here comes the drill that will inhabit my tooth. Goggles and mask overhead. Victim, I mean patient, not patient, wanting out. Still, to make it out of pain, I must let the end- odontist root out the problem, insane. The chair seems electric. I have an out of body experience, that is all too real. The first one left me in pain. I pray this second time is a piece of cake. meanwhile, before I step out I’m driven insane by this confounded woodpecker drilling on the...

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Organic mass made of ripening sexual energy As time revolves Earth's power light and dark unfolds bright green reforming blue sky grass Mourning misty meadows surrounding and surrendering fragrant sassafras....

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The economics student was gaily rooting around absorbing nutrients like compassion investing in deep learning positively resonant roots and negatively dissociative branching values and toxic disvalues When s/he had a bold green epiphany These cooperatively positive values were are will also inspire "Nutritional health co-arises green economic wealth." An ecofeminist textbook not yet streaming polyculturally accessible thus continuing a chronic NorthWest Hemisphere dominant monocultural monotheistic cultural mystery Why two negatives trust equality of positive polypathic energy regenerating nurturing integrity of synergetically fused co-passion This economic...

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I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash. Silly Dudley Do-Right Simply isn’t that bright. Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash. Good villain, it is your turn to win. Wipe off Dudley Do-Right’s ridiculous grin. Leave her on the tracks With their clickety clacks Follow me, Whiplash. Do I hear an Amen?...

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Rooting for furry ball of fur He'll never forget the night the white pussy fell onto his lap. So soft and playful. With green cat eyes that followed his fingers. He tickled her nose, feet, belly. She heated to his touch, purring louder. She was his. connie pachecho non entry to contest 1/5/17...

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Swallowing soil's nutrients, they swell up under earth - round or tubular vegetables of edible wholesome delight! Carrots, beets and onions steadily fuel the body, but yams, potatoes and parsnips - baked and buttered - are the ones I ROOT the loudest for! Written Jan. 4, 2016 for the Rooting For 8 To 5 contest of nette onclaude...

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The beeches Three queenly beeches on an English hill, Tree spirits, sisters, who kept watch for centuries. Root ridges cross and knit a wooden carpet; Bare branches tangle, twist, and leave a mosaic, Like stained glass windows, of pale April sky. January 4, 2017 For contest Rooting for 8 to 5 Sponsored by nette onclaud 1st place...

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Rooting for 8 to 5 Atop the hill an Oak tree stands tall, With seedlings dropping to the grown in fall, While nestled beneath, winters white blanket of snow, Mysterious rooting begins, with offshoots ready to grow, Soon on display, Mother Natures’ spring fashion show. Written © 1/4/16 Submitted for: Rooting For 8 to 5 – Poetry Contest Sponsored By:...

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I am a child of Micronesia. Her ancient blood runs in my veins. I'm afar from her islands, I maybe enchanted with the world But I never ditched never forgotten my roots My heart sings for her warmth and love Just got inspired by the title of their contest...

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Roots Buried deep and dark, roots promise worthy fruits that feed and blossom from one common seed. With solid branches multiplying thru so many years, growing up and out from sound, established roots, our ancestral tree of generations makes its stand. Sandra M. Haight ~4th Place~ Contest: Rooting For 8 to 5 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Judged: 01/09/2017 Rules: 5 lines of 8 words each -...

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The Medallion I have searched the Earth for Mankind's birth Stumbled across some petrified wood in the southeast Inside was a medallion carved with strange markings An inscription that said, we came in peace 1/4/17 contest Rooting for 8 to 5...

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In the middle of a dense fog night Imaginary roots were cut down by a lady Escaping from mental dungeon that dragged in despair Feeling like a bird that escaped from prison Tasting the freedom sensed when burdens are thrown For Rooting 8 To 5 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud Fourth Place January 4, 2017 Checked with How Many Syllables Count...

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The old oak stands straight, sturdy and tall I wonder what would happen, should it fall? A pillar stiff and cold through ages past It marks many a story held never told and in darkest shadows lies more to unfold. Contest Description 1/4/2017 hello soupers.. I’m back!... oh do quill a new poem in 5 LINES ONLY, each line MUST...

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"The Storyteller" In childhood I listened to Grandma tell stories, she would talk of family, past and not; I watched her face and her expressions fascinated, each word became etched in my mind, then Grandma died- now I tell the family stories. _______________ January 4, 2017 Poetry/Verse/Rooting for 8 to 5 Copyright Protected, ID 17-863-227-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the...

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