Short Moss Poems
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a thick blanket of green
clings securely to it's host
moist spongy consistency
P.R. Deremer
so rare moss agate
amazing natural view
precious neat gemstone
so cool I see cute landscape
scene with trees very lovely
Fine dust slumbering under earth and wood
aroused by morning dew,
he awakens from beneath downy moss
to become my tiny mushroom.
Minding as we step,
counting crocuses we walk,
taking snowdrop stops,
sharing with the afternoon,
joys of two boys now it's spring.
hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss
Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart
moss grows in shelter
away from wind and sun, shade
hides away from light
(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
scary predictions
it shoots quickly with head spin -
checking the makeup
16/10/21
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Moss
wild green
top soil hue
in garden shade
sprouts
Lawn
feast of
mint colour
lifts spirit each
day
Grass
tilts in
spicy gust
one’s nose a spring
host
Scenes
abound
when children
dance on trim lush
patch
We built a chinkless wall
Without blueprints at all.
We did not pause to think
About this wall of ours,
As stone by stone it rose
Above our tiptoed eyes.
Trash piled up on both sides
Of what our labor laid;
Yet, at least, a rose climbs,
Prideless,
Upon this moss-grown side.
Don’t you see,
A battle rages
Away above the grasses
The mighty trees throw spears of air
And bend to dodge the blades
Or cones where thrown by lordly pines
As cut by edges hewn like hands;
These lush and greening splays
Appendages of bows
The warriors, donned of moss and fir
Listen to poem:
A Moss Covered Stone Rest
Despite my nature
to absolve evil,
Against all the odds,
stood formidable,
Beseech fortitude
of righteous people,
Prevails my true heart
molding life peaceful.
2019 December 13
*3rd Place*
McWhirtle Me
~~charles messina
A side path suddenly clutches at me,
rekindling burnt-out time with memories
to raise this fleeting day like a flame.
?
Folded memories sting with age,
but grow like moss fed on longing,
crumbling softly into the parting day.
?
The fading alley blooms with remembered moments.
You borrowed your clothes from the natural forest,
Much like a rock weaves them with moss.
We have borrowed our lives,
Much like we borrow from music.
The Muse departs,
And we cannot see you!
The Muse remains,
And we behold you!
As if, when the moss of the rock vanishes,
It reveals its bare skin.
Cascading ebony curls,
weave her lean oak body,
Gothic vines scatter mustard buds,
clothing her Sultan figure,
Fingers and appendages tangle in this mesh,
Droop against her sleekness,
Attemp to shun day`s life.
Underneath, bats perch dormant,
Spiders playfully weave,
Snakes await lunch,
Hypnotic Miss Spanish Moss Maiden.
Since the wild sweep of the waves
Of Tsunami
It will be a long long time
Before the pebbles shine again
Let the moss gathered, they said
Let the sun's heat gathered, they said
Let the wind's erosion gathered, they said
It will be a long long time
Before the picnickers come
To pick them up
Amongst the shore
At the tips of the mourning waves
A moss covered valentine lays upon a tombstone ---
Forgotten sentiments are stenciled upon it's fabric ---
Hopes and plans for the future,
in which to drink love's potion has elapsed ---
Leaving in it's place this elixir ---
Which turned out to be of sepentine's blood ---
So now what once was a stroll of romance,
has become a walk to a sullen grave.
Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines
Among the moss and lichen we will find
Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined
Coals smolder in your heart and you are mine
Let us steal away to meet beside the shore
Among the dunes and beach grass we’ll explore
Two bodies that have scorched this sand before
Waves break upon my heart and I am yours.
Hold back your thoughts,
I have my doubts;
your mouth from clatter,
hear birds twitter.
Take that gaze off my eyes,
till your tear dries.
If you pry into this jolly heart,
you find a stubborn dart:
lump of aching hurts,
which culture skirts.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
The sun saturates the Spanish moss,
hangs from the oaks like a lacy dress
A lovely, warm grayish green under the sea,
showing every stitch in the lace, swaying like a living reef
Nature created a lace that sun nurtures and air gives water
There is a sting nestled in the moss, a gnat that bites
like the burn of fire coral
Sunlight kisses the tips of the moss with a benediction of life.
The moss stands out magnificently
A neon green, outshining other greens
Serving her oak and cottonwood heroes well,
Helping the woodlands to live their happy truth
Softly covering her well-buried roots.
Startlingly pretty, appreciated by artists
Written about by poets.
Showing herself kindly,
Helping the woodlands to rejoice in her fantastic magic.
Beautiful, wonderful, glorious verdant moss.
November Intrigue--Five Haikus
Moss breathes dampness, near
shifting blankets of old leaves.
Beds of lichen thrive.
Both pure and pungent,
the air is soul-enhancing,
gifting faint wood smoke.
On the forest floor,
Princess Pine grows sweetly
in pristine patches.
Old stone foundations
and a gurgling waterfall
capture heavy mist.
Dark reeds cross the marsh
to a long strand of young spruce,
vivid and spritely.
from moss to trees...
growth is expansion from...
some point...
some-where in...
a livable time-space zone...
on such as rounded planet earth...
where no reality is perfect...
and growth is random manifestation...
of branching as fractured spheres and circles...
non forms of perfection fractures are called fractals...
like unto tree branch abstract circular forms...
being that pi doesn't actually exist in reality...
len
Low unnoticed
Im beautiful
I found and spread
Above, below
Im tiny cities
Im fairy homes.
A seat for you
The softest throne
Hold rain and water
Shelter those
That creep and crawl
I keep them close
I breathe dark air
And exhale light
I've lived the days
I love the night
I embrace thr earth
The wood, the ground
Right beside you
Green sweet mound
So walk on by
My ancient face
And I remain
Within this place
HER FEET IS SMOTHERED BY MOSS,
HER ARMS SPROUTING MUSHROOMS,
HER LEAFY FINGERS,
HER IMPOTENT EYES,
HER HAIR HOUSES NESTLINGS,
FROZEN BRAIN WITH REBUFFED THOUGHTS,
FAINT HEARTED,
HER LIPS READ EULOGY OF HER PAST LIFE,
HER NOSTRILS BREATHE DRY ICE,
HER CHEST HOLDS DRIED UP ESSENCE OF LIFE,
SHE STANDS PLANTED IN AN UNIFORMED GARDEN,
WITH THE GARDENER ONLY FOCUSING TO REST UNDER HER SHADE,
BOTHERLESS OF HER WITHERING,
I MEAN THE TREE.
V.POONAM
we forged a bridge of friendship
constructed it of heaviest steel
and the river of injustice
flows freely underneath
no undertow or crashing waves
wash up on grassy banks
serenity floating softly
for the fishes that swim there
hand in hand we walk across
this structure that we made
freedom of heart and wisdom of mind
waits on the other side
the iniquities and the dreams
of what could never be
covered with moss on glossy rocks
is all we leave behind