Short Marshland Poems

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


Sunrise

The sun rises slowly here,
fingers of sunlight
lifting his body over the wall
of marshland to check
on his children.
© C.W. Bryan  Create an image from this poem.
sun


Premium Member Unpleasant Pest Land

steamy marshland teems breeding mosquitos and flies stagnate brown water
written June 13, 2021
Form: Haiku

Premium Member war in the swampland

most violent war
a marshland for the masses
crocodiles eat

loving their fodder
dragging corpses in water
hiding evidence
war
Form: Senryu

You Looking At Me

visitors flood park
                                            capture giraffe in marshland
                                                      looking down at them
Form: Haiku

October Bliss

each gesture flickers

blazing multicolored tones

huffed breaths sing of olden notes

October shimmers

on marshland pathways bound to gleam

before winter shifts to white



Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams
7 Oct 14
Form: Sedoka


Premium Member Had My Fill

Sad indeed the tears we shed in hollow marshland 
streams,
bad vibes worsen childhood fears, they shatter midnight dreams,
mad at tactless ghostly jeers and oddball moonlight beams, 
had my fill of twilight years when chasing eye blind schemes,
fad disowned by trendy peers who look quite miffed it seems, 
glad I’m one with bright careers and happy prospect teams
Form: Rhyme

Water's Edge Where Memories Float Down the Stream

When I look at yonder sky in the setting sun
while walking on a path by the water’s edge
following memories as it floats down the stream,
I saw tinged autumnal leaves beckoning me
on the hill behind my old home. 

The footmarks piled to grow high as my height
and they sway in the chilling wind 
with reeds by a marshland,
I am standing by a riverside
that I left behind my home
reddened in the evening glow.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

Afternoon Afterthoughts

Like a late afternoon afterthought,
a sudden, heavy downpour drenches
and floods the parched marshland.

Here and there, across what once was 
a mirror lake, wet grasses cast swaying, 
tapering shadows in the dying light.


As the skyline fades into the twilight,
exultations throaty and raucous echo
from new puddles, fresh waterholes.

Shrill jubilations of insects and night birds
fill the air, rejoicing over a sense of rebirth
in the aftermath of a rainy afterglow!


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