Short Nettle Poems
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Daisy
and nettle,
poppy petal,
willow weeds..symbol
life's deeds-
pain and
innocence,
forsaken love-
tragedy lies beneath
death's sheaf
Categories:
nettle, death, life, love
Form:
Cinqku
Moist salty sea breeze coats all things
Slowly erodes metal
Takes away man's buildings ~the thief
Does no harm to nettle
Written Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Categories:
nettle, nature,
Form:
Verse
Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle
Categories:
nettle, children,
Form:
Couplet
Life is a journey
A precious gift
Overflowing with mystery
Abounding in experiences
Full of lessons
Do we learn
That is up to us
Grasp the nettle
Or run and hide
We decide
Categories:
nettle, courage, growth,
Form:
Free verse
The seashore holds me in grief
entwined with moss and nettle;
while thud of echoes returns
more shrill than a gull's lament...
In decibels of love passing
I hunger for night's soft caress.
Categories:
nettle, loss, love,
Form:
Verse
I am a little archangel,
please let me in your garden dwell,
when there,I will spread out so well;
Later,you won't let me settle
but I'll keep you in fine fettle,
I'm the dreaded yellow-nettle.
or Lamium galeobdolon
Categories:
nettle, natureme,
Form:
Personification
Soup and greens,beer and tea
buttlerfly young just love me,
aphid trap and liquid feed
ladybird heaven,yes indeed!
I love phosphate & nitrate soil
such versatility reduces toil,
my leaves quicken the compost
all this for free,at no cost!
Okay,okay,yes I sting
Categories:
nettle, garden,
Form:
Personification
The rose’s petals were stiff and brittle,
a gift from some northern wind,
and though this fate I should not belittle,
the spite I could not defend.
Nonetheless I felt anger settle,
loss that would never mend,
beautiful flower is now nettle,
the start to a colder trend.
Categories:
nettle, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A city dies in me
anacephalic.
A white sheet spreads/
blinding.
You don’t feel the epidural.
Untitled, death walks/
like a whore/
contamination of inbreeding.
Recycled pain
hurts again. You want
to give a stillbirth
over the dense-packed nettle.
First birthday of a dream.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
nettle, art,
Form:
ABC
A city dies in me
anacephalic.
A white sheet spreads/
blinding.
You don’t feel the epidural.
Untitled, death walks/
like a whore/
contamination of inbreeding.
Recycled pain
hurts again. You want
to give a stillbirth
over the dense-packed nettle.
First birthday of a dream.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
nettle, art
Form:
I do not know?
Throughout the ages an aching sigh,
dispersed by waves on rabid seas which only splutter,
swept up by gusts that mask a cry which disappears
across the nettle voids,
this raw dispatch of fatal wound backlog,
atonal antiphon amok,
a caution light epistle
back in time to be quenched by secret language never heard.
Categories:
nettle, care, courage, cry, deep, emotions, fate, feelings,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Soup and greens,beer and tea
buttlerfly young just love me,
aphid trap and liquid feed
ladybird heaven,yes indeed!
I love phosphate & nitrate soil
such versatility reduces toil,
my leaves quicken the compost
all this for free,at no cost!
Okay,okay,yes I sting
but for you its win,win,win!
,
Tribute to the utrica dioica
Categories:
nettle, food, health, naturelove,
Form:
Verse
Now I am used to
betrayals.
I don’t hit back
in the vanishing light.
Very frightening,
I will say.
Sightless bats hovering
round your head.
Have started playing
the game with the nettle.
I will take the stings
and give you back honey.
An intimate kiss of a
naked beetle.
Are you coming for the
last supper ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
nettle, art,
Form:
ABC
Glaze the glass and blow
liquid luster, lava flow
Twirl the oven, hallucinate
Clink the cooling 'till it breaks
Make it cobalt, gold flecked muse
Shallow breath to counter fuse
Hollow bubble on sweating metal
Sting of lungs by the great glass nettle
The end is a bauble to be bought by the buyer
Born from the heat from the un-ending fire.
Categories:
nettle, art, imagination, on work and working,
Form:
I do not know?
Camouflaged green and brown
hidden by the background
springs from bushy grassy ground
on my rose pot sits down
chewing sideways not up and down
snapping leaves from nettle mound
eats its meal in my sunlight
jumping up flings out of sight
with its eyes brown compound
scratching a thrilling violin sound
to the rose waves bye bye
for only a moment stopped by
Categories:
nettle, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
The chittering Crickets were hidden deep, ‘neath fairytale canopy of Dead Nettle & Chickweed,
There the Bee hums over their tiny forest, a dancer of Meadow’s flower,
Grace between Comfrey & Dandelion, then lost at last they dangling cling,
To the Snake’s bowed sunlit head, for the rare nectar of Fritillary’s sweetly hidden face…
by D.N. Read2024©?
Categories:
nettle, nature,
Form:
Free verse
A cracked windowpane. A few daffodils peek their heads through the weeds that grow tall where flowers once smiled. Purple nettle chokes the life from any grass courageous enough to try to stand in its way.
Birds tweet their dismay
the feeders are all empty—
No signs of life here
Categories:
nettle, poetry,
Form:
Haibun
‘Black’ was called the kettle
But it didn’t it nettle
Nor its relaxed mind unsettle…
‘Black’ foully flung at the kettle,
Almost as a test of its mettle
And an order to order soapy Dettol
But also a bold try give the fatal:
Some grisly violence occasion the pot
Guiltily The Blacker on every spot…
But Amiable kettle considered this not,
Feud- Loving spectators denying blows hot!
Categories:
nettle, abuse, analogy, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Her innocence in daisy plaits ,displayed
Such naievty was so soon betrayed,
Touching romance' nettle brought much pain
When discarded,by his disdain,
Tears welled upon her pillow,
Forsaken love long wears the willow-
A broken heart,no words could save,
Death's red poppy,petals her grave.
Inspired by Ophelia by John Everett Millais
http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=9506
Categories:
nettle, art, lost love
Form:
Ekphrasis
Indubitably there is one emotion
By the time I feel its first nettle
I am at the point of explosion
It is already too late to settle
I become immediately apoplectic
Before the green-eyed monster
Is validated as authentic
Thus exaggerating it asunder
I find this is so flabbergasting
My face turns red and I glower
Jealousy for me is most suggesting
That my sanity has been devoured
May 5, 2018
Categories:
nettle, angst, emotions, jealousy, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
My house mothers the sweet sting of cooked nettle,
Nothing nailed to the walls for these come with me.
And I hear the airplane groove, I'm on the move.
Like thin oil in water, I never settle.
Liberum Divisa 6, 31st of May 2021. These lines are taken from my poem "Burning Papers Fly" written on the 26th of May 2021.
Categories:
nettle, absence, flying, home, house, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
Floating about
effortlessly
red dome with tentacles
Crystal red jelly
sea nettle lions mane
protecting yourself
stinging spines
burning most anything
Jellyfish
in water of light
sparkling dome bubbling
Floating among shoals of fish
red flame pulsing
the seas medusa
waves gently move you
Sea water shine
leaving no trace
sea cardinal
shiny as steel
Water at edge
float by my feet
May you have safe journey tonight
Sea sage of silky movement
Ever changing shapes..
Categories:
nettle, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Let me write poems for all our souls
With a pen in my hand …
Let me communicate all our words
With a pen in my hand …
Let me take all emotions and confuse them with my own.
Let me have all notions to tend until they have grown.
Let me cry for all our sakes
With a pen in my hand …
Let me pray for all tomorrows
With a pen in my hand …
Let me dare as I know best to distinguish all life's nettle.
Give me all of your unrest so each heart in turn may settle.
Categories:
nettle, emotions, poetry,
Form:
Lyric
Shadows like a life that hides upon
The butterfly effect on the pond—
By young twilight, coming through a shriek,
Nettle of the stillness changed and gone.
From my shadow self, her meeting's gauze,
Similarly a rippling cause,
The secrets shadow crown is keeping—
For before rabbit trail prayers of was.
The glowing person though not a star,
The moon sweeps through impossible scars,
That I vowed were only skin's cobwebs—
How its light's will slow besides my heart.
Categories:
nettle, beauty, butterfly, change, deep, introspection, light, senses,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Nothing can be achieved
Without practice
The repetition of skills
Whether by words, or speech
Or acts and deeds
Or through creativity
Within balance of everything
We learn what is taught
Hard as it may seem
We persevere even when
Struggling to gain understanding
We push on until we find a way
To grasp the nettle
To seize the day
Through practice
We become more wise
We become more skilled
And become more creative
Day after day.
Categories:
nettle, appreciation, dedication, encouraging, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse