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?...
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Categories:
mulched, anxiety, march, natural disasters, nature, planet,
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?...
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Categories:
mulched, books, dedication, poets,
Form:
Verse
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...
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Categories:
mulched, nature,
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...
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Categories:
mulched, lost love, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
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....
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Categories:
mulched, nature
Form:
Personification
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....
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Categories:
mulched, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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...
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Categories:
mulched, analogy, autumn,
Form:
Haiku