Short Habitat Poems
Short Habitat Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Habitat by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Habitat by length and keyword.
protected by leaves
my natural habitat
amazon ..concealed
" this is my entrance for raul moreno's contest "
Habitat
Encased species roam
I Purchased paid for home now
No long mortgaged, own
11/15/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Habitat: Aquatic
Behold the frog pond!
And beautiful lily pads
Alive. And bonded.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009
Tides across another stone
Deepened
Like
water
A symbol of home
Fish
Or
Quarrel
Do I rest
Within the habitat of thyown.
Poem writing paper waster. That's my nature.
For some, there is more inside life's closed doors,
but I'll stay a bore in my habitat of poetry.
Darkness falls in the habitat
an secret acre overgrown
lush from furious rain the darkness
gathers
and sparks fly up from the underbrush
floating
to the treetops
desert storm
threat of sands
scary attack
interrupped connection
hope decreases
cactus environment
habitat them
worlds are different
understandable story
stress
affects
adversely
development
habitat changes
pollination
declining
future
risk
18 August 2022
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Of all creatures in the animal parade,
there's but one that each habitat does pervade.
It can live any place -
Antarctica or space.
Three cheers for the adaptable tardigrade!
Three ducks waddling through the snow
I see their bare feet and hope they do not have far to go
Where is the pond? Is their habitat gone?
I wish they had mittens, coats and tiny boots on
deep forest hush
sun beam on moss covered log
spotted owl calls
The spotted owl lives in old growth
forest, and is endangered because of
loss of habitat.
Wild animals sure have this stuff down pat
No worries, no bills, no looking for a habitat
Landlord is Momma Earth
Bedroom's quite diverse
Wherever they hang their antlers, that be that
Can I purchase your heart for lifetime,
Being platonic isn't a crime,
Take me to unseen destination!
Be abusive at romance,
Give me a clasp, Cause I feel it is my habitat,
As you are my Mr.Right.
Our first freaking snowfall though light in nature
An omen of what's coming, surely much much greater
Yuksie I say to that
What kind of habitat
Are we nuts, have we lost control of our taters
To my family, I am unembodied.
Like a leaf in winter snow, I am hiding, but not rotting.
I’d rather be slathered with a powerful waterfall.
Instead of pulled from my habitat, in the peak of my thralls.
It's a strange, a unique habitat
The inside of a hat
But I am a germ or a gnat
Others may dream they have sat
In my unique habitat
I just tell them: 'Go away! Scat!'
Dr. Suess reproduced
heavily haggard Helena’s haphazard hilarity of harmony
homogenized her humble habitat, in no way hampering her
humanitarian handicap. Hazy harshness hastened
a heartening of her highness’s high hopes for humanity.
Rat-a-tat and pit-a-pat!
‘Pon my word!
Pit-a-pat and rat-a-tat!
It’s a bird –
A woodpecker knocking!
Loudest I’ve heard!
His noise shocking!.
Thrashing the habitat.
His visage mocking.
reeking much havoc
critters invade our spaces
destruction of things
cold concrete forests
replace nature's habitat
destruction of life
Tanya Harrington
© 07-30-2012
Two Worlds Colliding Contest
At times the mind is a wild horse.
Sprinting over the plains in a thunderstorm.
Sometimes it's a willow in an angel dream...
Dancing merrily above a mountain stream.
But mostly it dwells in the misty dells of somewhere in between.
Take a left right here, what kind of direction is that?
Maybe you mean back up or get off the lawn of this habitat
Do you hear that siren
It's the boys from the asylum
That pyjama attire most certainly will be a match
Blissful he appears
Enjoys nature’s habitat --
Survival instinct
We have missed something
Only man kills for greed, sport --
We are devolving
*Entry for John Freeman's "Natural and Beyond" contest (Haiku first, then Senryu)
I’ll climb into my poetry
like a shell on beach
left by some other molusque
who crawled away.
Before me is a vast expanse
of sand, the sun is hot,
I move very slow, but I move
forward across the sand
to a new habitat,
a new good place.
a
long
fragile
spidery
silver threadlike street
crossing in nature's G.P.S.
like those swinging bridges in gentle wafting breezes
temporary avenues to more hospitable environmental habitat
written January 3, 2022
Always there, something that I dread;
Tired of emotional bloodshed;
Tightens and unravels the thread
inside my head, inside my head;
Keeping a serene habitat,
grabbing a close friend for a chat
quick to lower your thermostat;
Imagine that, imagine that.