Short Full Grown Poems
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A bright maple tree,
In its glory and splendor,
A seedling full grown,
Part of God’s great workmanship,
As poetry to the eye.
water drizzles
from above
showering flowers
with plenty of love
come to life
from a petal
to full grown
god smiles from
heaven above
clear blue day
lone moose watches
wolves shadow
*moose and wolves are common in Canada.
Wolves will hunt in packs and can take down a full grown moose.
The old woman in the shoe scandal
who had those kids, too much to handle.
Now that they are full grown
and she is home alone,
she'll down-size to a sandal.
poison dart frog, there is a new girl in town
pitohui bird, both reddish and brown
her poison is keen
she might be the queen
her scratch can take a full grown hunter down
our yard is creeping with dandelions
clover and wild thistle growing too
soon it will be camouflage for full grown lions
black pumas, spotted leopards and king of the lions too
A shoot escapes biting this stars ray,
E'er so oft rain splashes near its day,
Lil glow often drawn in braids,
Wind tussles ardent in trades,
A petaled sheath loosens for display.
Baldhead Carla
Once lovely full grown woman Carla
Went to a gender barber, she was only 4'4"
She was placed in the kiddy chair
the barber thought she was a boy and cut her hair
11/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
flowing on a lake
of full-grown orchids and smoke...
through my lover's eyes
each bloom becomes a wasteland
in water-colored amber.
~
dusk of summer glides
tracing our mild water's bend...
sighs echo farewell
2nd place
On the grassy lawn
A tree with the buds
Have turned to leaves
When there is darkness
An image appears
It is a face of-
A full grown lion's
face seen
By the front window
Is a bush budding
It has the green buds
Soon will turn to leaves
When darkness appears
There is a lion's face
the golden ratio
and fibonacci sequence
govern natures shapes
from seed to full grown
childhood to aged perspectives
everythings logic
patterns and chaos
all just existent matters
from undercurrents
of the math form tides
shaping understandings seen
by maturing minds
stan sand
Golden Jubilee--
the wedding ring still glowing
like her smiling face
their love a full grown tree now
trying to touch the blue sky
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Four from India
coffers filled
with cobwebs
dusty jargon
of their own
wept assunder
by your glances
lost disciples
driven snowflakes
of the
full grown moon
you taught to dance
once so fluent
by the fireside
flaunting heavens
innocence
love itself will not
commit you to the
desert laureates
dainty scavenger floats down
onto a mystery orb
peeks through her pretty window
wondering at the sheer beauty
of this effervescent petal
something mystical about her
An anomaly in the woods
Possibly grown by the
Felled tree
Never saw a full grown oak
landing in this spot before
A magic moment
I stand upon a time
on footed thought, regret,
I want to make my path clear
from obstacles, neglect.
Seeds full grown
by my hand that sowed to plough,
I could have done much better
but what can I do now?
Forgiveness we all welcome,
sorry an easy clause,
it's far to late and overdue
when knocking at deaths doors.
Drowning in oceans
of full-grown orchids and smoke
through my lover's eyes,
each bloom becomes a forest,
of water-colored amber.
My epiphany,
eyes now closed, remembering
thoughts of firelight, vintage wine--
nights holding misty kisses
....and stars a fount of petals.
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Jimmy wished he was a cat
Not a kitten, but a full-grown caterwauling tom
He prayed about it every night for ten years
One morning he saw catlike qualities in the mirror
I look like a cat! He said.
I have whiskers like a cat!
I need a litter box.
So he made himself one out of a long dishpan
His mother kicked him out shortly afterwards
Damage
Like any tree
Broken by storm
Will grow again
Anew
Into other branches
And other reaches
But never again
To be
The originally
Conceived
Full grown
Tree
Like any child
Damaged by storms
Will grow again
A new
Into other pathways
And other destinies
But never again
To be
The originally
Conceived
Full grown
Human
when I
young I
was well
and tell
my friends
split ends
my hair
not fair
but clean
not mean
I wash
and brush
my locks
like ducks
to say
like fay
I sing
and swing
and fly
not cry
to dry
not fry
under
hot air
my own
full grown
long hair
black hair
love you
just you
sweet you
black you!
Parody of The Holly And The Ivy. I ran out of
steam after verse two, but I felt it still worked
*
The jolly man unwisely
for he was full grown
Of all the cheese that was in the fridge
Old Jolly wolfed it down
Then Mrs Clause said, ‘Santa
O how your breath does stink
If it’s a promise that you think you’re on
Then have another think’
Never standing standing to be left on your own.
Will there be a time where you can be full grown?
Like all days are past and stand present before,
For a trivial fear of being left alone on the shore.
Setting sail and never looking back,
Such a grande thing; no freedom to lack.
Overburdened with life extinguished,
When a needy greedy soul becomes so distinguished.
DJ spin me hard,
hit me with peppermint spit;
Sick turntable bark;
Break off a word and dip it,
coat it in cocoa sweetness;
How fast can you go?
Do you have mic control?
Come on let’s hear it;
I don’t want delicate licks,
I want a total knockout;
A full grown viper
firing such venomous bars;
Anaphylactic;
Aromatic, rhythmic;
Indulge me a biting rhyme.
Life is so much like a flower. You start off as a little bud and continue to grow and grow until you are a full grown flower with all of its perfect little petals. But then one after another of the pretty little perfect petals continuously wilt and fall off because of how much pain you’ve suffered in your life. And eventually you’ve gon and turned into dust to be forgotten.
If you are going to clone a clown you need a giant test tube.
This was stated by my ignoramous of a cousin, we call Rube.
He ordered the biggest one that a Prime truck could deliver.
I believe I will name my full-grown circus clown Mr. Sliver.
Why do you encourage him? Asked his mother’s cousin Roan.
“When he’s wasting time with this stuff,” she said “he leaves me alone”
Moon,
Lord of light,
Protector of the night,
You light the flame
That has no name
Inside my daughter's heart.
She's only two,
Though don't let that fool you.
She howls at the moon
Like a full grown coyote.
With raised chin
She sways and swoons
Carrying her to the car from the party.
Her in my arms,
Seduced by her charms,
I sway and swoon
At my own little moon.