Short Arrowheads Poems
Short Arrowheads Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Arrowheads by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Arrowheads by length and keyword.
arrowheads
indians of past
leaving traces of their lives
to be found by us...
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Categories:
arrowheads, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Hard Fell the Snow
Hard fell the snow, slanting down
~ no frozen arrowheads lay on the ground...
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Categories:
arrowheads, snow, surreal,
Form:
Monoku
Smart Birds
flocks of geese flying
remind of the life cycle
survival of the fittest
arrowheads pointing
southward in a migration
birds wiser than we, you see.
written October 11, 2021...
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Categories:
arrowheads, bird, nature,
Form:
Choka
Golden Threads
Across the sky, like arrowheads,
from silhouettes against the red,
the call of wild geese swiftly fades
into the sun. And then sun bades
a sad farewell to one last strand of summer's thread
~~ ~~
For Nette's Contest: "Reflections of a Florette"
By Carrie Richards 9/4/14...
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Categories:
arrowheads, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Dali Paints Exploding Head
Six years after the atomic bomb
Plunked down in Hiroshima
Tearing people into pieces
Dali was still losing sleep over it
He begins to collect strips and struts
Developing a surreal idea of what he is about
Collects arrowheads, wire, bits of bone.
Defers from his usual style
Puts together Raphaelesque Head Exploding
A tiny canvas with a large message
Showing his disdain for atomic bombs
And the barbaric aftermaths...
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Categories:
arrowheads, art,
Form:
Free verse
Blue Harvest Moon
Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins
roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar
singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings
lit with half-light
vegetables
squeezed in jars
of russet and avocado
above
a cornice of sky
split with laughter
searching
for broken arrowheads
gold and silver among leaves
air billowed white
from lips
soft frail bones
of snowflakes
magically appear
scattering in breath
taken away
into apple night...
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Categories:
arrowheads, childhood, imagination, nature, time,
Form:
Free verse
Optics
A low wind
prowls like a tiger in the long reeds.
Water rats race across a brook
creating arrowheads
through the stream.
From a tufted hillock
I watch small fish darting,
chasing edibles
too small for eyes to see.
The fish have no name
that I can recall.
For an instant
I too am nameless,
both lost and found.
Now the wind tugs at my coat,
dragonfly-wings flicker-by –
an iridescent perception
that glimpses only itself,
a presence that is both found
and lost.
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Categories:
arrowheads, poetry,
Form:
Free verse