Short Meadows Poems
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Earthly Blankets
Meadows covered in lilac lilly's;
Daisies entertain the grasslands.
Copyright McCuen 2008
Restive meadows, silent stones, shallow graves
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Pull your blanket up my child
I know you are so very tired
Let momma tuck you in to dream
Of running free in meadows green
the fence
sways open
onto meadows
lucky daisies
dance carefree
though the gate
freedom awaits
AP: 3rd place 2020
Fields and fields of golden and red flowers
Budding affection…nourishing weeping meadows
Vines and vines of insidious splendor
Form:
Cinders, embers, ashes
rain over meadows blue,
sailing celestial sphere
destined to get to you
Golden leaves
Good senses
Not color blind.
Beauty blend
Green meadows
Crispy air.
Blue sky
Marine life
Flowers field.
Meadows are painted
By Van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin
Unsurpassed beauty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 March 2017
The hurting verdure
Has swamped my mind completely
With lingering past
Do not know how to endure
Haunting union in meadows....
In the meadows of my dreams
I release the fantasies of my childhood
imbedded in my heart and soul,
a child of God, that I still am
Captivating plains
stunning lavender aster
with all its splendor.
Written: September 8, 2021
Flowers grow so beautifully
They live in meadows
They live in weeds
They brighten my day so happily
i love flowers they make me happy
Meadows green, bedecked with diamonds--
It's a summer morning dream,
With gold sunbeams dancing brightly
On the ripples of the stream.
glass wingspan flier
blue sky migrant skims springtide…,
they shun green meadows
Posted ; 11th April 2022
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She must of been,
The mist,
The way her sweet love,
Glides,
With its wings,
Into the coves,
And meadows,
Of our souls
Reynaldo Casison
Creeping warm and green
when the sun returned golden,
spring sang in meadows.
Blooming mountains, bumblebees-
all danced to loved melodies.
O pretty color
of skies, seas and gorgeous eyes...
spread joy, not sadness!
Spring has bluebells in meadows,
winter has four months of blues!
From "The Defiant Haiku"
I wonder in what dream one hundred
Years from now he can write Dragonflies
In meadows my little boy – who is fall asleep!
with Bindu as the centre, bliss mists spread
enlivening all nodes they graze
and with cravings of ego long since dead
in meadows of rapture we laze
October, you are the final burst of life,
before winter’s sad and lonely gloom,
paints the trees and meadows white,
and locks us inside its frozen tomb…
Oh to be able
just to touch your wondrous smile,
dwell in benign eyes
those yielding meadows of green
that sparkles in sun lit dew.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
The country calls in waves of whispers
to the golden greens beneath your feet
As you dance a swirl to the sounds of birds
that grab your ears as they sing
Vibrant white daisies bloom,
They dance in green meadows,
Sunlit petals gently sway,
Catching hints of spring fragrances,
Nature's smile across the sky.
darkening meadows
conjure parallel stages-
lawn chairs on damp grass
fireflies skittishly eyeing
the flitting lights of smart phones
14 Mar 2022
Walk across the meadows,
Then rest beside me
Come lay here, and
Look beyond the sea
Touch the sky,
Hues of mild blue
Feel the earth, moving
Beneath you.