Short Mound Poems

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

the raised mound
resulted in change some felt oddly profound
suddenly taller
vertiginous fear has affected the smaller.

© Reay Mackay  

Mound of beans and rice
Lettuce shreds with tomato
Onion, ebony
Olive rings in salsa and 
Guacamole; sour cream top;
Tex-mex mound,
Feast!

© M. L. Kiser  

under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and 
endosperm meant for
later day 
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe

© mark singer  

The storm raged in
snow blinded sight
it howled around corners
it prowled over roof tops
it piled high on the ground
as it slowly began to seize
the wind died down
on the ground
snow mounds.

© Phyllis Babcock  

Smooth, soft snow bound
Sweet snow bound mound
Steep, snow mound

Slow, smart snow bound
Stunning, smelly snow mound
Slippery, spiffing snow bound


1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

         


                sunshine in his dimple
                grandson pitching on God’s mound
                Bible keeps him sound


                       7/28/202
                          ~1~
  

© Panagiota Romios  

The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down

Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped

Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct

I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear

In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound

© Danny Derden  

Wolf On Snowy Mound Betrayed by Mound of Snow and Stone - A Haiku

snowy afternoon
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the stone

howling in the wind
running mix the snow mounds falls
dozens of cobbles

stones midst covered grass
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the snow




11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

I knew he was bound 
To be finally found 
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…

And I knew they would him bound 
Spinning him round and round 
And his body awfully pound 
And assign to a wished mound… 

Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted 
And the preferably delayed tasted: 
All through sheer fault of footsteps 
Always shunned during escapes.

© Chinedum Ekwobi