Short Dry Land Poems
Short Dry Land Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dry Land by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dry Land by length and keyword.
I live on both dry land and wet sea
A predator better not eat me
yellow banded
upper handed
I’m a poison-dart frog, deadly you see.
If not for love, the world is lost
on storms at sea, mankind is tossed
If dawns the morn, o'er dry land
man has a chance ~ to try again
From God Noah received a great plan
Build an Ark stay on dry land
people stared and squawked
some came and laughed
Until flood sailed it like a can
Struggling to breathe
On dry land
Butterflies in my stomach
Yet I don't remember eating caterpillars
A cold sweat
Runs down my back
Everything is okay…
Right?
Let a child’s gleaming face
be that kaleidoscope,
of blue sea pearl ripples,
spreading green tides of hope,
to dry land hearts in drought
needing tot’s tears to cope
the stiff clouds
still
wringing their hands, but
hearing your sweet voice,
through
the motherland
where
the
colorful seagulls
flap their long wings
over dry land
After the oceans salty sands
I dive into the deep blue
T shirt, and let it flow over me
Jump into my shorts
Wade into my shoes
and leave the shore
For dry land
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The sea,
It raged,
It raged,
It raged,
As it pummelled
The lonely shore,
As if to say;
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
And you’ll see dry land -
No more …
Replenishing the dry land
And helping to fill the lakes and streams
In the mouth of thirsty animals it goes
Never ending cycle of water
Round Sun drown down
Motionless ocean rests
Island dry land
Starlight bright night
Blue moon soon gloom
empty wooden rice bowl
scattered
upon
the
dry land
find their hungry feet
and
hungry hands
shall
gather
at
night
where
the
fish breathe air
eat their food
with
paper chopsticks
Row, row, row your boat
Dry land near, it seems
Steadily steadily steadily
Life is but a scheme
Row, row, row your boat
Let's escape this confusion
Verily verily verily verily
Life is but an illusion.
nonstop cicadas chirp
cloudy moonlit night
summoning rain to dry land
Not having much
A helpful hand
Keeps the poor
On dry land
Having it all
To the rich it's free
Given boats
To sail the sea
Left to drowned
The middle class
Creating the survivors
That will outlast
The ocean flows in my blood
so many years since the sea
I’m standing tall on dry land
dealing with stress when it comes
Life and love are mysteries
nothing here last forever
I’ll be sailing this strong sea
which I call the sea of life
Wet grass licks at my feet
Green tongues of flame
I wish for the earth to envelop me
Sinking, without a sound
Drowning on dry land
Every clod of beetle-dark soil a silent goodbye
To what I’m not sure ever existed
Reborn into root and rain
Socialites and the elites’ absence, they pledge
Low life exhibition will always emerge
Adults basking in the lowest stratum’s edge
Zero tolerance for the toppers to dredge
Yeah, dry land has nothing to do with a sledge
Beyond the breakers
I look back to see the green
and blue of my home.
Beyond the breakers
the thrill rises as I count
to the next big one.
Beyond the breakers
I am poised and ready to
ride the wind and sea.
Back to dry land.
The cusp of brilliance
can still be controlled
While genius can neither
be coaxed nor cajoled
Being still on the fringe
keeps one foot on dry land
But when totally immersed
—only God can command
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Lighten up
You know those feelings come in waves
One day you'll be back on dry land
Breathing the sea air
Not
choking on salt water
Unless god forbid it's medical
In which case I prescribe
Reading or better still
Writing poetry
Until the pain
Subsides
A merman had one stubborn daughter
who rebelled against what her dad taught her.
When she swam to dry land,
she could then understand
she was just like a fish - out of water!
For the Out of Water Poetry Contest of Sheri Fresonke Harper
Eco-locating dreams of a wounded me
Rejected by the fins cutters of bloody Reality
I had strong arms but could not walk
on powdered carcasses of my friends' hopes
they had only gills...lungs “saved” me...
drifting on a dry land with no melody...
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Restlessly he searched here and there
for his soul,
At last, in a dry land
at the bottom of a well
he found it,
quite unplanned.
What he saw, what he made of it
he did not know, nor could tell,
for in truth
it looked much like heaven
and a lot like hell.
dark clouds gather round
collide in the sky~
igniting fireworks
wisps of rain dripping
dry land sucks greedy~
belch of steam rises
plants stand in despair
like children in bath~
not allowed to splash
Up to You Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Prickly but healthy
A sticky situation
Healing from dry land
Pricking nerve cells and sugar
Nopales sticking around