Short Earthworms Poems
Short Earthworms Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Earthworms by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Earthworms by length and keyword.
Heavy rains make flood
Earthworms crawling to mud huts
Concerned for safe life
- Wednesday, July 3, 2019 Chattogram
aftermath of storm
curious earthworms emerge
dinner bell's timbre
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10-07-17
HOT HAIKUS
so hot!
a satanic breeze rustling
shadows sweat drip
so hot!
sidewalk sizzles
cracked egg fried mid-air
so hot!
birds won’t sing
earthworms gloat
tigers gnaw raw flesh...
earthworms dwell 'neath the surface
and reek of dank soil
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lark
nancy jones
october thirty-first two oh eleven
I wish I was a scent creator
for Yankee Candle
I can just taste them now:
fresh cut grass,
gasoline fumes,
dragged dirt,
after rain smell,
where you breathe in
and the air tastes like dirt
or earthworms.
GOLD WINNER
SHORTFORM POEM
JUNE 26 : Allpoetry Contest
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fake mausoleum art to blurb
with fish moths and earthworms quiet inert
it does not matter, Jake ~
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magic oil released in the air
prior to rainfall
alerting us to earthworms
and April showers
Being a pluviophile I adore
the fragrance of petrichor
it opens up my memory
light delicate rains
and cold bitter pelting rains
I savor this scent in silence
a poet's words
here I am naked
a featherbrained poet's words
uncovered by rhyme
the late worm
the unsung late worm
too lazy to join his mate
slips the early bird
more late worms
the sun dries the rain
a myriad of earthworms
left the party late
#1
bats swarm from their caves
flying bugs are swept from sky
raptors of the air
#2
rain puddles on lawn
robin cocks his head slightly
earthworms heard not seen
#3
gulls attack shallows
survival of the lucky
caviar du jour
Long Tooth
July 7, 2016
I reek of trauma and a soiled past,
my lungs are full of mud
from when I was buried alive.
Life was not kind to me,
neither was I;
I berated myself and took down
my own worth.
Now I sit among the earthworms
and the grieving beetles,
remembering how I was
before me.
Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from the leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl,
swell in the muddy and proclaiming.
Full are the snuggery wombs.
savor of fresh rain
bird house fastened to tree trunk~
beak full of earthworms
nestlings bulging cheeks
leaves its nest gravity pulls~
prompt upward movement
2/12/2023
Spring Flower, Bird Or Butterfly Haiku X 2 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
howmanysyllables
M-ongoose fights cobra,
A-iming to kill the fierce snake,
E-ating the latter.
R-odent runs away,
E-vading the smart mongoose,
Y-et rat is consumed,
E-ven the earthworms and birds
S-eem to be afraid of him.
Topic: Birthday of Mae Reyes (March 19)
Form: Acrostic Haiku-Tanka
Would rather recite poetry
in a forest
in a dell
in a woodland
in a meadow
Would be joined by
squirrels
chickadees
earthworms
Would not judge
my poetry and say you suck
Would rather recite poetry
by a river
by rocks
by jolly green giants
by humming birds
Would rather recite poetry
in nature than at an open mic reading
by Maureen Staley Cary
When I hear that faint rumble, deep in the clouds,
The summer sky will darken, lead-gray
The rain will come in slanting sheets,
Forming mist as it hits hot, hard earth
The birds will retreat, like the ants,
But the earthworms will emerge from the softened soil,
Content in the break from August heat.
Daffodils are here.
Lilacs are whispering.
The earthworms rule.
Tomatoes are green.
Tulips are having tea.
The earthworms rule.
The green peas need shucked.
The marigolds are splashing.
The earthworms rule.
Garden is alive.
There is buzzing of the bees
The earthworms rule.
Garden is greening
But Papa is going fishing.
Earthworms are now gruel.
Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from new leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl,
swell in the muddy and proclaiming.
Full are the snuggery wombs.
Full the burgeoning buds.
Fulsome the wellsprings,
the green hush of new awakenings.
Cold drops of water hit her face
Her glasses begin to fog
The smell of earthworms in the air
Icy puddles to splash through
Rubber boots shiny with the wet
Crunchy red and amber leaves
Autumn has descended once more
And with it dampness and chill
The winds pick up with gale like force
She dreams of summer beaches
Her house is in sight just ahead
A welcome haven at last
Some have better things to do,
before the crack of morn,
than digging for earthworms
in the dew-soaked dawn,
but no not me, you see,
as, the longer I looked
for the creepy-crawlies,
the more I was hooked.
'Why that time of day?', ask you may,
well, as my daily wish, is a tasty breakfast dish,
I had heard, somewhat like the bird,
the early worm catches the fish.
Frames hold nature best.
A shafting of light sifts gray marsh and water--
turning past dim hills of hay
solemn in silence.
An essence of earthworms fill the air
as light seeps through a colander of clouds,
catching the ephemeral cattle in a vase of sun.
How gentle is the hand that lightly places
and is gone
as evening rings clear and cool
like the edge of a wine glass.
Bask in the light
Linger in the shadows
Dig
Earthworms are good and
Slugs are bad
If you’re a gardener, that is
If you’re a bird it doesn’t make a difference
Children love rolly pollies
Some spiders and snakes bite
Most don’t
Daddy long legs don’t
Neither do boa constrictors
But they hug too hard
If you think giving up cigarettes
Or chocolate
Or television’s hard
Try giving up suffering
Now THAT'S an addiction!
Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil
Morning is the enemy.
This box is too short; I’m in a cramp,
needless to say, it is very damp.
Earthworms are crawling; moving in,
at least it is not a next of kin.
I cannot see without my lamp,
besides, the air is mighty thin.
In this cold drab box I lie,
left without saying goodbye.
I wasn’t in a hurry or rush,
to fill this still breathless hush.
Nor did I have the time to cry,
before hidden by earthy lush...
Copyright © 2008 By Carly S. Muzzey
The long awaited needed rain
finally came in gentle drops.
Thirsty daffodils greedily
quaffed the tepid precipitate
while their odoriferous scents
reluctantly merged with ozone
creating a pungent bouquet
that stimulated the nostrils.
Far afield from the daffodils
robins comb the newly wet grass
for ever emerging earthworms
that are coaxed above by the rain.
Soon the tugs of war begin
between the two adversaries.
Hey there, old man, old man
Where did you come from
Son, you can call me Pops, and
Like you, I came from a putrid drop
Hey Pops, Hey Pops, tell me
Where are you going
Like you, son, I'll need me a dug-out
'Cuz I'm headed for earthworms and maggots
One more question, Pops, if I may
If I get to Heaven, what should I say
Tell Heaven the Truth -- Earth was pure delusion
And you're hoping God will clear up the confusion