Short Nettle Poems

tender and burning 
touch of nettle on my wrist -
a summer’s farewell...

Read More

A
May tree-
underneath
stinging nettle,
a
wild
flower-
harmony
in blossom and
petal...

Read More

Dead
nettle,
cow parsley,
a high rise weed-
feed,
seed-
fulfil
desires of
other's verdant
need...

Read More

Aubergine caponata
nettle fritata
spicy corgette with mange tout
edible flowers
pepper mint sorbet
lemonage
Fizz !...

Read More

Daisy
and nettle,
poppy petal,
willow weeds..symbol
life's deeds-
pain and
innocence,
forsaken love-
tragedy lies beneath
death's sheaf...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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....

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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....

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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....

Read More

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©? 

...

Read More

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
...

Read More

‘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!...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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....

Read More

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.....

Read More

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....

Read More