Short Groundhogs Poems
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winter wolves have eaten the tulips
the wind has pawed and pillaged
small dogs strain on their leashes
a summer storm has ice in its veins
warner airs arrived too late
to save the groundhogs litter
bitter are the fruits
of this fanged season
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
~~~to Believe or not Believe~~~
Groundhogs are liars, they do not know
If Spring is here or there'll be more snow
So remember Groundhog day
They're just in it for the pay
While they put on their prophetic show
for Linda Marie's February Funny Bone contest
Francine Roberts ~~~ 31/01/2012
Categories:
groundhogs, holiday, seasons,
Form:
Limerick
She still phones, though not to me.
I imagine her small-talking,
see her walking to the local shops with a mutual friend
who sometimes phones me just to ask
if she has phoned yet?
Birds chatter on wires,
groundhogs go to bed deep under the hedgerows,
I hear them snoring
just like she remembers me snoring in her ear.
We speak often like that -
no backchat.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Hawk-watching crows gather in dark drifts.
Hedge rows rattle, we see through
to where the wind is barelegged,
to where campfires smoke in cooling cavities.
Autumn flavors its dwindling stores.
Groundhogs carry sparrow bones
from one naked shelf to another.
Bushy-tails hurry headlong into the late
scattering unseeded shells.
Death mellows the mottled.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Autumn expires In its own fires
simmering the fallen with flaring tints.
Leaves crepitate and crackle
skived to crisp skins.
Hedgerows turn to vacant
crypts, twigs to wooden teeth.
Arboreal embers swirl
between barelegged winds.
The groundhogs have forsaken
dawns scant larders
they seek deeper shelters
where moss-beds lay unseared
by smoldering remnants.
Halloween will be late this year,
the dead are still dying.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Branches thatch a spackled sky.
Snow lays itself down
to sleep lightly.
An airborne coyote-itch addles
drops of sunlight
until they drizzle.
Splatters of graying-green
on the hairy chops of groundhogs
as they scrape up a scant buffet.
One Scarlet Cardinal bobs,
its ruby flounced headdress
scattering scads of frost.
Winter shucks its hoary hide,
stepping through a muddy mirage
of Spring.
Fanged winds pounce.
Puddles of rain return to ice.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Backyard mavens, wise crones
recall generations of groundhogs
that have dwelt in these hedgerows.
In winter
they seed the ground with 'Puffcorn Delites'
bought wholesale from Sam's Club.
The comfortable groundhogs nap in their burrows
contemplating evening feasts.
Furred paws in tartan house slippers
shuffle at back doors. A grey whiskered fuzziness
that is part critter, part elderly granny
stand ever ready
to lend a hand in case baby groundhogs
need burping.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
That's not the way I see things
But yet it seems your eyes are closed
Please come up out of the rabbit hole
On groundhogs day
March in this line and help pave a way
To see people cross the street to get away from skin tone alone
Don't rate my skin cause it has a tint
Mix me with the rest of them
If all lives matters why we always on the negative end
Side by side let's do this together
Stop saying all lives
When we both know things could be better!
ShErEe ©
Categories:
groundhogs, 10th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 8th
Form:
Free verse
A mild spell in winter.
Groundhogs have escaped from their slow dreams.
The hedgerow confirms,
their wide-hipped shuffling as they grub for vittles.
Evening brings one whistle pig to February lawns.
Yet the snow will return, the whimper in the breeze,
will resurrect itself as a howl.
Hey, back to sleep mother groundhog!
Keep the den warm,
small blind eyes are already sensing,
a home in your womb.
Go back and dream of juicy garden carrots -
munchable mouthfuls of daffodils.
Categories:
groundhogs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dawn what pretty sight
Mothers waking children
Fathers taking eggs from hen
The sun what a pretty light
Kings of jungles roaring
Birds singing as sweetly as can be
Animals as lively as can be
Trees of jungles snoring
No troubles in any animal's life
Tiki birds singing all morning long
Groundhogs sleeping all day long
No animal plays a fife
Setting sun what a lovely sight
Mothers putting to sleep without a peep
Father and Mother together sleep
Ending day what a sad thought
Categories:
groundhogs, day, sun,
Form:
I do not know?