Short Mayfly Poems

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


Premium Member Mayfly Moment

An
echo
of delight-
harmonic
minds
in
flight,
meet in
unison to
write
and
create
ekphrasis
from another's 
sight.
Form: Lanterne


Premium Member A Mayfly Moment

a mayfly moment an ephemeral goal to preserve their breed to five minutes of life 2019 September 04
Form: Haiku

Premium Member mayfly briefs

"This week is Awareness Weak," ... by the Poet. the first time ever interview with a mayfly we've time can we talk ...
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Nature's Meter

ancient redwood gleams
softly through the mists of time…
mayfly flitters by

-08 Jun 2014-

Average Lifespan:
Redwood Tree - 600 years
Mayfly - 1 day
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Sequence-Still Birth

fleeting
images
as crystalline
hallucinatory
visions;
lying
as flotsam,
washed by the tide,
transotory mayfly
that hide
within
my mind's eye-
until captured and penned..
then die
Form: Cinqku


Premium Member Prose Poem Buson

A short-lived blossom of Spring like a mayfly that lives for the day,the pathos of beauty so fleeting,a few syllables that remain,where less is more and the image livesits life forever, in memory.

On This Day

Pomegranates in full bloom on this splendid afternoon. Mayfly sways on blade of grass. Lazy clouds floating past. Sunlit pond, still as glass. If this day could only last.
sun
Form: Rhyme

The Arrival

An easy breeze blows softly
through the pitch pine trees.

The mayfly knows 
it's time to find the lily pad.

Squirrels in search of nuts
tucked away for such a day as this.

All creation cries with joy-
summer has arrived.

Sunrise

We’re born.
We live.
We die
And sometimes wonder why.
And sometimes
With a bit of luck
We get to get or give
A ****.
Are we so different, you and I
From the miserable mature mayfly?
At least we two, may set our eyes
On this, this morning’s shared sunrise.
Form: Rhyme

Quickie

In the next life if reincarnated as a mayfly I am designated it's good enough for me with nothing but fun for twenty-four hours (under the sun) until the race is run bonking here bonking there I'll be bonking everywhere non-stop until I drop
Form: Rhyme

Mayfly

Short lived 
As a moment 
Merely a day
The flutter of wings 
Under a blue sky, 
Time only to copulate
Fertilize the eggs 
And then die, 
The lifespan 
Of a Green Drake Mayfly. 


             W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly.2019.


            25th April 2019.
© W.A. Cholt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Haiku Ekphras-Recited

HAIKU EKPHRASIS
A short-lived blossom of Spring
like a mayfly that lives for the day,
the pathos of beauty so fleeting,
a few syllables that remain,where 
less is more and the image lives
its life forever, in memory.

Listen to me read this ekphrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Form: Ekphrasis

The Mayfly

Our first kiss was a deathless Mayfly.

Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.

Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a cellphone
in Radio Shack
(still no recognition).

Sadly Radio Shack,
like long forgotten kisses,
is now a dead Mayfly.

Strangers

Our first kiss
was a deathless Mayfly.

Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.

Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a cellphone
in Radio Shack
(still no recognition).

Sadly Radio Shack,
like long forgotten kisses,
it is now a dead Mayfly.

Premium Member Luminous Wings

Listen to poem:
Amazing to be glorious mayfly Skimming over wetlands and ponds People look at my wings and sigh Iridescent colours I wield like a wand. 'tis sad my life is really fleeting I do so love these sunny hours Short, my life, but very pleasing End is nigh in summer shower.
Pixabay image by: Prawny
Form: Rhyme

Mayflies ::Rannaicheacht Mhor Gairit

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After birth
has shortest lifetime on Earth. 
Its called as 'one-day insect'
No regret, one day thenceforth.

Mayflies swarm
And within this shortest term
of life, mayflies form the groups,
and oops! dance too, that's the norm.

The mayfly
as nymph spends lifetime safely.
only purpose is to breed;
That's the creed, follow namely.
~x~x~x~[/b][/center]
© Pratap Roy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Garnet Star

O! Garnet star, what hydra-like,
	Immortality
How humanity doth envy,
	Thou vitality

What sayest thou of Man?
	(Surely he would say) 
O - but lowly Mayfly,
	That flutter for a day

What thinkest thou of Time?
	(Surely he would think)
A torrent inexhaustible,	
	I forever drink	
	
Lo, but I know a thing,
	Surpassing thou by far:
Eternal life in Christ,
	Outlives thou, garnet star!
© David Vr  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Mayflies

ephemeral   cloud  
zillion  life  cycles  daily  
brahma sleeps  awhile 

.......

Notes: 
In Hindu Cosmology Brahma goes to sleep for a period of 4.32 
billion years, which is a period of time equal one day (of Brahma) 

The Life of the Mayfly (Ephemeroptera) is very short (ephemeral) , typically one day when it has to find food, mate, lay eggs and die.

Syllable Count via www.howmany syllables.com
Form: Haiku

Mayfly

MAYFLY

Just a day is all he is given
No surprise  wings so driven! 
Dragonfly, trout lie in wait
In turn the Angler casts his bait. 

Never even time to eat
His existence is so very fleet, 
Pass his genes, all else forsaking, 
Millions of  years in the making. 

Duty done and time to die, 
The river slowly drifts on by, 
He floats among a countless horde, 
Sleep well my friend, your line assured.
© Rick Still  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Mayfly's Comparison

The lifetime of a mayfly is a
single day leading to eternity,
while a single day for a man 
may be lost and ever forgotten

Within seven days mayfly 
colonies die, while for
months and years a man 
lives silencing own breath 

Within a single week flowers
in a vase bloom to rot, while
throughout decades a man is 
stuck in a rot unskilled

The speed of time is a virtue to
flowers and flies, while the speed 
of time kills a fading man with
regrets and disparaged sighs

Bells

My bells, are shared with you,
At the ringing  in of the taut day
And the ringing out of the mayfly

The bells, brazen, lucid, warm,
Silence the chatter of the clouds,
Bring solace to a weary ear

And the peeling bellow of the rim,
The clatter of the clapper, urged on by 
Yolk, the busy carillon two octaves tall

Falls quiet the nightfall comes, tied the 
Ringers’ rope on wooden stop; cadence,
Hum, now spins the air in hollow cup



Written for Bells contest   3/8/15
Form: Verse

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