Short Lawnmower Poems
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the lawn mower man
so savagely slaughtering
the beautiful things
he-loves-me-not daises weep
for broken forget-me-nots
by gail
At the wheel he gets carried away
ending up on the busy highways
goes very slow
horns start to blow
his lawnmower causing traffic delays.
9-18-17
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Springtime’s hum appears~
steel teeth gnaw the thirsty grass,
spits green confetti.
Scent of violence lingers,
fresh-cut and gasoline sweet.
Seems Florida men never learn
His getaway? A zero-turn
His Deere, not so fast
His lead didn’t last
Now grass is not his main concern
https://nypost.com/2022/07/11/florida-man-tries-to-escape-deputies-on-john-deere-lawnmower/
Went to cut the grass
Lawnmower would not start
Just needed gasoline to run
So I got some gas
Lit a match, flame on
Spilled some on the lawn
Sun was so hot
Whole lot burnt-up
8/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
verdant grassy knoll, cardinal flying warm summery sun
lullaby ready buzzing of jet plane, gorgeous memories
scent of sweet lilacs, drone of lawnmower and songbirds trilling
Written 5-23-2020
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Sijo
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
My mother was a car and I a lawnmower
My mother was a spatula and I a spoon
My mother was a can of beans and I a fart
My mother was always one step ahead
And I tried at every step to keep up
But in the end it was I who simply floated away
(8/22/26)
I hear back up warning sounds from some kind of truck
rare to hear this in the country
I struggle to hear more
nothing but silence
unless you count the lawnmower next door
or my dog’s toenails
which are clicking against the porch
as he turns in a circle, trying to bite his tail
A Noise
A noise from my childhood, well I don’t know,
a bird, a sparrow, ‘twas so long ago.
A carp when it splashes spawning in the lake.
The roar of a lawnmower, or the swish of a rake.
These are some noises, just a few,
which one shall I write about?
I wish I knew.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Spring---
buds opening now
dewdrops sparkle on the grass
lawnmower wont start
Summer---
picnic by the pond
ducks provide entertainment
darn mosquito bite
Fall---
pumpkin patch visits
mild evenings on the porch
back to school jitters
Winter---
snuggle in warm coats
prepare for Santa's visit
empty pocket book
Just for fun....
a light tapping
lavender lingers
juice box boogie
random thoughts
people knocking
I feel crazy
snapping of peas
collecting dandelions
sky cries angrily
paint stained fingers
imagination takes a hike
I am saddened
irritating drone
lawnmower of neighbors
spoiled chunky milk
day turns sour
eat more sugar
life is worthless
I take myself seriously
A lawnmower whirrs in the distance
My neighbor has gotten ambitious
The sun shines upon my head
As I sit upon my deck
I feel the warm rays soak into my skin
Am I tanning yet?
The bees are busy buzzing
Stopping only to drink from sweet blossoms
Birds are calling happily
Back and forth across my rising lawn
Should I get ambitious too
And mow my growing grass?
I sigh
Not today . . .
Not today
Pills.
Like a dried out lawn.
With weeds and a broken birdbath.
Growling.
With hands or without.
Needing medication.
Like teetering on a snowbank.
Avalanche.
Pills.
A shopping cart filled with broken chairs.
There’s no one except a lawnmower.
No one lives here.
Pills.
Tugging at my sleep.
With a broken birdbath in my sleep.
Pills.
They aren’t the spidery kind.
They’re the gracious sight
My own hands.
The lawn mower next door has ruined my day.
Droning on and on and on louder and uglier than a bee’s buzz.
Constant droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooning.
Nonstop from seven a.m. to seven p.m. Every Saturday.
Saturday after Saturday after Saturday after Saturday.
Today the lawnmower finally stopped. And it is Saturday!
A police officer stopped by to tell me the sad news.
My neighbor had been murdered; I pretended I did not already know.
Newly cut grass, glistening with dew
Lawnmower a-purring, blades a whirring
Of an early Spring morning, fond memories of you ...
Slicing through tufts of verdure, my senses a-stirring
~ Green piles, scented hills: fresh, alluring
Breathe in the air deeply, hold it a spell
Spring's mint fragrance, a billowing sail
Ahhhh! that invigorating fresh-cut grass smell …
Stretch your arms outward, upward, your held breath exhale
~ Sing to the world-- redolent, your tale
deep red crepe myrtles
standing alert in the wind
their harmonies blend
as petals drift down like snow
on to the green plants that grow
red roses aglow
beside the walkway still grow
with one yellow rose
standing alone on its toes
beside rubber water hose
looking on the side
cedar trees stand tall with pride
small animals hide
dogwood and pecans abide
grass high need lawnmower to ride!
by Marty Owens
For Francine Roberts contest "the view - a tanka"
9/08/11