Short Fencepost Poems

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Premium Member The Greeter

yellow meadowlark offering sweet melodies atop a fencepost my mood suddenly lightened I stroll toward the woodland
Written May 23, 2022
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Juncos

Pretty juncos flutter in my backyard.
One sits on a fencepost, clearly on guard.
They wander through the weeds,
eating insects and seeds,
but fly when they hear my big Saint Bernard!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

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I’m a fencepost 

With barbed wire

Leaning 

On the prairie



I don’t know 

What I’m keeping in 

Or 

What I’m keeping out


I’m just a fencepost 

With barbed wire

Leaning 

On the prairie

Premium Member Life's weariness o'ertakes me

Life’s weariness o’ertakes me
Each step demanding more
Calling forth a shivering strength
Leaning on a rickety fencepost
Turning its face from the stinging gale
Whispers of weakness winnowing resolve
Failing flames scorching a yellowed page
Darkness seeping from an idle pen

Premium Member No, No, November

No, No, November
Hoar frost harbinger
Scowling Pumpkin faces
Snarling Halloween hangovers
Empty wrappers
Dancing with
Chocolate faces
Turkey’s plotting an escape
Gather at a rotted fencepost
Isaac Newton’s apples
Hang just out of reach
Choosing their own time
The clocks may change
But time doesn’t
December stalks the trees
Its cold breath
On the back of their neck
Oh, November
You cold coldly lusty lover
Welcome home


Premium Member Lost September

I lost September somewhere in the sadness
lost track of shadows in the sun
mourned not fading warmth nor shortened days
shivering in a crystal cloak of frost.

Lovers, sated on a Summer’s sweetness
succumbing to the lie – forever’s now
idle in the arms of humid passion
wilting on the vines of plumping lust.

Cold soil covering September
blanketing the joys of milder days
memories slow fading with the  season
huddled near the fencepost by the barn.


John G. Lawless
©10/9/2019

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