Short Grows Poems
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Grace grieves lost souls
Those who never know
The wonder of salvation
God’s love, my inspiration
China grows cotton on the moon!
American scientists swoon!
In spite of it all
Trump's Vanity Wall
Won't burst any cartel balloon!
Grass is brown while weeds are green
Dandelions flourish here
Will we know when time to mow
Not where brown grass grows
Once more stirs the leafless wood
As the wind of winter blows--
Not at all the place for these:
And yet proudly pink, she grows!
~Mel~
When Eve turned over a new leaf
God heard Adam mutter, "Good grief!"
But grief is not good
God misunderstood
And thought Eve just needed more beef
Spreading ugly lies and gossip
You made a career of ruining lives
Many only happy to conspire
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
cows stand in their beds
trod on grass loosen like springs
blades of grass enriched
cows fulfilled and contented
cows unfilled their content ... parts
the red poppy grows
over our most grateful hearts...
we shall not forget
for Deborah's Holiday Haiku contest
* Nov. 11th, Remembrance Day
The puppet boy Pinocchio achooed
for he had a nose that grew and grew.
His cat Figaro scratched its back on that nose
and Geppetto used the schnozz to hang his hose!
The tree swayed,
While the kittens played,
The calves bumped,
As the rabbits jumped,
The grass will grow,
When the wind blows,
One day who knows,
I won't have to mow!
Form:
A tree grows tall
grows strong
braves all
the good
the bad
sometimes I'm not a tree
Troubled friend, your heart
displayed
unforgiving blade before me
splayed
your blood
it pools in love
betrayed
forever young
your debts prepaid
for Seth
Jesus Grows and Grows
In my heart, Jesus grows and grows;
From Him into me His spirit flows;
What He did intend;
Live forever no end,
And shine on my face still shows.
Jim Horn
moss grows in shelter
away from wind and sun, shade
hides away from light
(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Previously, all the girls, till they are grows,
Jumped on the rubber products, on the ropes.
But, to jump on rubber products, for them recently,
It even sounds very ambiguous, very indecently!
Another day
so long before,
A little time
turned quickly more.
The seasons changed,
days, weeks, a year.
From little boys
two men appear.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
July 7, 2007
May we be blessed to understand
when it comes to love…
the laws of mathematics and physics
are not black and white…but gray…
for how else can our love grow stronger in our hearts…
the more we give it away
From a little sapling to a tree,
He grows, he grows to be,
Stuck to its roots still,
Can’t go anywhere, can’t be free,
Stuck in the soil,
His own not allowing him to go,
He just sits there, where he sadly grows
The night grows weary
and so do I
It seems not to matter
how hard I try
The river's run dry
Its waters need to replenish...
As I fade in to their steam
May they grant my last wish
Trump's Mouth Grows Wider and Wider
What I recently have heard from an insider,
Trump's mouth is growing wider and wider;
Totally out of hand;
Hard to understand;
We are always greater when God is guider.
Jim Horn
A simple lady passing
youthful age,
yet charming.
How time flies
she's my niece
my mind's neglect.
I saw her many
years, a toddler
now, a fine lady.
Life grows quick
like three minutes
noodles, mystery lane.
A celestial mother's belly grows
Her precious burden shows
Yet of the youth to leave her care
She is most unaware
He vanquished evil, death defied
Healed diseases, conquered lies
To, in his direst moment call;
"It is done"
Form:
As the darkness grows
It grows the leaves,
Up the tree in rows...
The wind, it helps, it weaves
Imagine the people's eyes
When the first thing they see,
In the morning, after winter dies
The new green leaves that be!
The time past eve
when darkness grows,
and stars arrive
in velvet carriage,
'tis a time of lending
dreams to romance,
as gentle kisses prosper,
lifting hope
for lives entwined;
and hearts remember
way beyond
their departing.
The white page reflects onto my face,
Out come the words woven like lace,
Here I spill from, my heart does bleed,
The pattern grows, like a tree from seed.
And now it's done, my thoughts perceived,
I leave for you, to open and read.