Short Adirondack Poems

Short Adirondack Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Adirondack by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Adirondack by length and keyword.


Premium Member Winding Down

indian summer
the last of
fun cottage weekends

adirondack chairs
overlook
september sunset



AP: 3rd place 2020


Premium Member Bantu

Glaring white lake stretches up to bushes’ shades.
Adirondack chairs and canoes align in grace.   





March 26, 2023      11.37am
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Daisies Gladiolas and Hollyhocks

monarchs lead the petite butterflies
daisies, gladiolas and hollyhocks smile
two welcoming Adirondack chairs
under yellow and orange umbrellas
welcome my friend to my garden
where foxglove and iris await

Premium Member Before I Go

Smile at me one last time
Send me on my way to rhyme 
The days I'm at my thinking spot
Are now more often than they're not
My seat, an Adirondack chair
It's one of two just sitting there
The second empty, waiting, true
Like me it also longs for you
Form: Rhyme

On the Arm of the Adirondack Chair

On the arm of the adirondack chair
(painted unafraid purple by a pale pink hand),
All new-penny cinnabar shine,
Noble as any bald eagle,
Ahead, which I guess may be side-to-side,
He watches tall as a robin into the
long-hot-shadow-waning-of-May ochre light.


Poet Bee

Butterflies flit to flowers
serenity in the shade
reclined adirondack chair
a buzzzz interrupts...

Ouch, bee sting "bites me", in pain, 
I run for the cortisone.
Impossible! metered buzzzz
...off to find Cyndi!

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Linda-Marie's Bite Me contest
April 9, 2012

*Tag, Cyndi's it! I wasn't going to enter this contest, but decided I couldn't
miss out on all the fun.
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Bird Convention

The red Adirondack chair called birds in from the north
Eastern, western and southern birds appeared too.
What is it about this chair? They asked each other.
With tweets and trills they discussed it.
None knew, but the crowd enlarged itself daily.
Pretty soon no one remembered that the chair was there.
It was just a mountain of birds.
A bird mob, birds of a feather,
And birds with nothing else in common at all
A bird convention
The chair was excited.
This had been her plan.

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