Short Mulched Poems

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


Premature

Grass cut, mulched beds,
Spring is here
Awfully early this year. 
Anyone else feeling dread
About what changes are ahead?
Form: Rhyme


Many Leaves

Oh wondrous Walt,
how many leaves were
cut, bagged and mulched
before we were allowed 
to come and smell
the lilacs in your yard?
Form: Verse

Premium Member tattered

leaves by lawn mower 
shattered across open yard 
gathering their thoughts

Mulched into the ground 
giving some life to old soil 
tattered scattered leaves
Form: Haiku

What You Left Behind

Golden smiles mulched in memory, sweet cuvee sipping it soberly I adhere to the fading of day When night arrives to shut the curtains in solid I lose all transparency and my thoughts un-lid Immersed in the bittersweet moments we once shared, I find comfort in the knowledge that we were well paired Sponsor Line Gauthier Contest Name BITE SIZE POEM no29
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shine On

The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils 
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned soil;
steaming in the morning mist.


Strong Winds From the North

A thrown sky pushes and scatters.
Small birds fall from their songs.
Sticks fly up invisible chimneys.

A strong wind has come from the north,
it unearths the stringy and un-mulched.
Fusty heaps scud, makeshift mouths gawp.

Whoever has a quiet lamp,
Let them take shelter 
from the helter-skelter,
for the graveyard owls are loose,
their feathers ruffled
they fly as loud 
as the clouting forest.

An Autumn Feast

acorns fall, unfold  
on tall pines 
everything feels bare  

(Autumn has a way of muting colors of summer then coating them with 
mulched earthly tones.  It all happens overnight, or so it seems.) 

strokes of paint 
on canvass of old  
Autumn shades  

(When Autumn arrives I ready for art by muting the colors with a  
dip of my brush. Imagination never lacks when Autumn is around)   

Oct 28, 2021
Form: Haiku

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