Short Cowslips Poems

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Premium Member Angel Eyes

Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace
Form: Tanka


Premium Member A Happy Memory

buttercup yellow
kissing cowslips
dandelion,poppy and daisy,
corn marigold
cow parsley and clover,
a wilow that weeps
and meadow-sweet,deep
in a forgotten pasture.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Pastoral Harmony

Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.

Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun; 
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between.
Form: Pastoral

Premium Member Harmony

Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.

Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun; 
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between.
Form: Pastoral

Premium Member Perpetual Motion

buttercup yellow 
         kissing cowslips
midst dancing grasses

back &forth
on the go
a foraging airshow ,to and fro     
               
busy bees 
      morn 'til late
thus
honeycombsp 
             proliferate

'ere
waving stalks
     seed
        then fade
 nectar flows
   &sweetness made
Form: Imagism


A Courteous Curtain

A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"

Premium Member I Remember Years Ago Potd

I remember, oh how I remember
the years that have gone by.
Our doors were never bolted
our windows never closed.

Women had part-time jobs
knocking on doors all afternoon,
their comely voices bidding:
Madam 'tis Avon calling for you.

Meantime grandma would sit
outside the house and gossip
with friends who passed her by,
whilst we would wander all alone
in fun parks or green meadows,
flying our gaudy coloured kites,
and gathering cowslips for our dear mum.

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