Short Milkweed Poems

in awe we polka
our milkweed pod sonata
dazzling the pond...

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monarchs 
enjoying a morning meal
milkweed leaves

...

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come kiss my flowers

only three monarchs
next year I will plant milkweed
as a still prayer...

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a frail beauty floats
atop a common milkweed
       viceroy butterfly



Date written: 08/21/2019...

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Black trimmed orange winging,

                                        float alighting on milkweed.

                                        A hushed waltz on blooms....

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M - Milkweed a home for monarch butterflies
A - Aster flowers swarming with bumblebees
D - Daffodils swaying in the breeze
D - Dahlias tempting hummingbirds
I - Irises with purple bloom...

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In city rush hour. 
on my rear driving mirror
milkweed butterfly.



Written: July 28, 2021



A Brian Strand August Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand...

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Hedge holly,pearl bordered
chalk hil!,common,marbled white
in small heath,marsh,
silverwashed..
ephemeral fellow...betwixt
a milkweed speckled wood
and a meadow clouded yellow.

A tribute to the UK butterfly species...

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The capsule burst open
  Fuzzy floss spills out
Soft white parachutes 
  for small seeds that yearn
     to float away like dreams


January 8, 2017

Contest 261 - Any form, any topic, max of 5 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand
6th place...

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I picked a ripened pod
And split open at its seam,
Hundreds of seeds attached to
Fluffy tufts of hair.

I blew gently and sent a
myriad silken little
parachutes into the air
across the meadow!



Abdul Malik
12/20/12
Natural Landscape...

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If I had a gun
It would be pink and magical
It would shoot milkweed pods at sad people
They would land softly traveling down their shoulders
Exuding warmth, faith, hope and love
These pods would eliminate all sad feelings
Replacing them with feelings of joy
It would enhance world peace
If I had a gun...

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Butterfly wings a-flutter upon the current of life
Carried to fields of milkweed feasts
Colors blending amongst the flowers
Beauty dies to metamorphous

(Truth endures the time)

Cocoon-wrapped fragility
Births forth the new generation
The cycle of hope remains intact
And I stand in awe of such mystery...

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The garden you planted is regrowing,
Just like you said it would—
But the desolate husks of last summer’s foliage 
Still stand stark;
Everlasting monuments
Of what once was.

Yet time marches on,
And amongst untouched relics of a time long gone,
Milkweed and hydrangeas
Once again revere—
Flourish
In the warm light of life....

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The field is full of pods
Ready to let the seeds fly
Milkweed, bursting with life
Waiting to spread growth
Like 100 plants of inspiration
Showing positive change
New beginnings and hope
This is what nature can teach
In so many glorious ways
The ongoing lessons of our lives
Taught by everything around us
    -  On any given day   -

Heidi Sands

10/2/19...

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I don’t come very often anymore
to the edge of this rancid waste dump
     to pick at the scars
     and bleed anew . . .

To stand and welcome it all
in its abscessed pustule
     as plump as summer milkweed
     ready to be lanced.

I hold the images in my heart
and await the rolling thunder
     to bring blessed relief
     with loosed blood and infection.

My penance....

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Silently she arrived 
on rain bowed streams, in shamrock eyes.
She filled the ponds and fluffed the blossom
stuffed milkweed pods with puffs of cotton.
She nudged chorus frogs from emerald dreams 
gifting rubied songs    to the forever-greens. 
She rouged away the last snow flake 
brushing pastel hues into robin eggs.
Then she humbly drifted far away
into the gilded heart of Etain....

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what are light green milkweed seeds called?
hairy balls!
There are three old women at the table.
One spits out her dentures.
We cannot stop laughing.
I am not kidding, one tells us.
I work at an arboretum. Look it up.
We do and we cannot stop laughing.
The guy in the booth behind the other two turns and glares at me.
I am laughing so hard now, I am crying.
They have no idea, and they keep it going and going and going....

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The sun shines through the golden leaves
Warmth has filled this November day
A trickle of color still weaves
Where pieces of Autumn do stay

Lingering beauty,  a sweet scent
Gifting the mind not forgotten
Left behind where the time is spent
Soft as the milkweed, like cotton

All of this, in quality time
Capturing magic in a scene
Spreading in a glimmer of rhyme
Where golden leaves are serene

Heidi Sands

11/2/22...

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"A collection of butterflies is a kaleidoscope, to watch them flutter together is kaleidoscopic." 

blue painted lady's
flutter cobalt wispy wings ~
parading nectar

milkweed butterflies
vibrant in orange and black~
fanciful tigers

swaying swallowtails
fluttering along green stems ~
delicate giants

3/10/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - "k" words poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
( checked with howmanysyllables)...

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Like milkweed seeds
they fly—
to map the
blue-washed sky,
these three adults who see
things differently 
than me.
They're out
in the wide world,
their thoughts and dreams
unfurled—
like banners that proclaim
the world won't be
the same.
And in each face I see
just ripples there
of me.
But I know I've done right
to loose in windy flight
three seeds to bloom upon
this earth when I 
am gone.

* with love to my son and two daughters who have left the nest!...

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Valentine’s Day 2015

if i were the breeze
i would rustle autumn leaves
round your quickened 
feet
and tumble milkweed angels
up and down your street
if i were the weather
i would mist your mornings
with countless rainbows
and light the way
where you and the world
often meet
if i were your lover
i would exalt you
like no other
mix the bitter
with sweet
into a batter complete 
with lemon/lime
ginger 
and a kiss firmly planted
upon the softness
of your cheek....

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27.07.2017

today

i will float 
through the hours 
like milkweed fluff
borne aloft by warmth
from a summer breeze.

I awoke, still wearing 
the gossamer mantle of dreams 
bestowed by what ever 
high being creates night 
and the living there.

my feet will barely 
touch the ground;
as my mind yearns 
ever higher to return
somewhere above.

I cannot thrive here 
on this unforgiving earth.
soon I will disappear into
the dream forever.
until then I will float....

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