Short Lichens Poems

Short Lichens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lichens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lichens by length and keyword.


Gore

Lichens of lion's lore,

incipient and trying to score-

ditch it and die in the core,

stick it right in the horse.
Form: Imagism


Terrarium

A forest behind a glass
earth and green shades
blended to be artfully pleasing

Moss, lichens, and a twig
composed with a splash of color

Premium Member TIEN FORM SYLLABLE without title


in the midst of death lichens come to life


My secnd alternate Tien  form of ten syllable, no title 
Tien is inspired by Chidiock Tichborne first line of his monosyllabic 'Prime of Youth'
Form: Monoku

Granite Knuckles

bare granite knuckles
grip the horizon
as whispy whimpy clouds
slide over them
the knuckles are moist
from buffeting the wind
whistling wheezily
through broken skin crags
liver-spot lichens
mar the grey skin
giving away the age of it
within

Premium Member Monoku a Broken Variation

in the midst of death-
                                  lichens come to life

NOTE
A one line haiku known as a monoku (was the original form of haiku,written vertically) my version is a variation( I introduced here on PS some years back in 2007 )a broken line monoku.
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Acorns Or Bust

climb slowly little squirrel cling to the lichens and bark enjoy your travels, bring home cheeky souvenirs 9/26/2020
“or bust,” an idiom expressing a determination to get something done or die trying. Used in travels. For example: “Florida or bust”
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member A Monikuhikuquatsequ

in the midst of death-
                                  lichens come to life
    (moniku)

this summer morning-

azalea perfume hints

& yellows the lawn

   (hiku)

with buzzard on high
o'er fields prairie dry
walnut ripen in husks
the afternoon turns to dusk

   (quatrain)
Form: Other

After Me

When I would no longer fathom the fall
Nor listen to the veery's soulful call, 
When I would not see blossoms spread their fare
Alongside grass lichens and maidenhair; 

When in lasting peace and bliss I shall lie
Sedately watching this world plying by, 
That I couldn't in the maddened race of life 
I would from the portals of death enjoy.
         ***********

Premium Member Dwarf Cloud Forest

Elfin forest, 
Hiding in Peru,
Waiting for fog drip

Gnarled trunks,
Lichens, ferns, orchids,
Mossy forest's trolls

Intense tree canopy
Keeping shy mountain gorilla's secrets
Holding raindrops hostage

Perpetual fog,
Adding a mystique 
of shadowed magic

Tropical delight
Heavily affected by
Global climate changes

Elfin forest,
Lending her mosses
To lead the way
Form: Imagism

Time Was Bleeding

Let the commerce begin
in moral crimes.
You had been selling the death, daily.

The lichens,
had invaded the tongues.
Speech was blurred and words were gray.

Someone comes knocking
at the door in night. When I
opened , it was moon.

The potter will not fail you
once, writes a blood poem
for the drifters.

In the beginning there
was turbulence in the sea.
Now the boat sails on fins.  


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Song of the Rock

Immutable and silent stands the rock.
Wind and hail has harmed it not.
Gravity’s battle has been fought.
A thousand years to see a day,
born of violent mantle forces,
what end befalls, I cannot say.

Above, the lichens cling in place.
Beneath, the rock chuck burrows.
Loneliness sparks a lack of haste.
Life’s rotation brims with motion,
as the massive stone lives in grace.
The boulder’s unrelenting will, 
has won the fiercest race.
© Wayne Hill  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Lost in woods

Incessant drizzle soak pith
of each and every dense tree
in evergreen forest where
moss, algae, lichens paints lush
hues of green, blue and rich brown

While wet birds forget to sing
glistening snakes search shelter
termites, ants, crawlers, stingers
start climbing slippery trees
inundated forest floor

Near to dusk, a shy sun shaft
reaches decayed fallen log
adding chill to eerie air
a great gray owl looks at me
I count my heart-beats to dawn

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