Short Nutrients Poems
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Preserve when consuming your dreams:
taste them as ethereal nutrients
thus they will always feed you.
Sun shines on the seeds
Rain bringing forth nutrients
Flowers start to sprout
Inspired by Carol Brown’s “Springtime” contest
plants and animals
thrive so well there
placed in dung heap
the wealth of sewerage
and the stench of the filth
give nutrients they enjoy
Decompose leaves
Beneath flowers
And shady trees
Now got rotten
Coming back soon
To give loom soil
Its full nutrients
So other life
Bereft survive.
delving down into the earth
tree roots search for nutrients and water
effortlessly sliding around barriers
supporting the tree’s canopy in the best way she can
The wind utters it's weary lullaby
a tender serenade of a newly slaughtered body
Blood.....
dripping into the soil, savoring the nutrients
sweet....
but bitter....
I
Humans are not candles, but patterns - of light
II
Molecules, energy & photons allow air, nutrients to stream through us
III
Our eyes can't see what's streaming through us; yet we are the Universe
Arrhythmic currents flow through trunk
Undulating frothy waves crest bough
Trickling nutrients in warm cavity bunk
Unsatiated leaves wipe sappy brow
Melange of colors sugary tears endow
Nascent blades a new surface do plow
The delicious scent on Poetry Soup
drags the hungry to the bowl's ingredients.
An invite is made to take a scoop,
and savor, oh recipients.
Opine the gusto, poetic group,
then comment on the formula's colour, flavour, and nutrients.
A rose with no thorns
As soft an open as a rose with no thorns. Although the past have created some, I can not see them and I can not feel them. My petals wilt and I decompose and find nutrients in the soil. And I bloom.
By Jodie Middleton
Hue
Rebirth
Petrichor
Refreshing rooms
Uptake of nutrients
Frail boughs come alive
Blooming anticipation
The beauty of nature pervades
Dawn harbingers revitalized hope
Basking in the fragrance of purple fields
February 24, 2023.
Sickness incredulously slipped the noose
wormed its way past healthy constitutions
and lodged spear like into Adams’ rib
Tenaciously Life held back
marshalling the frontline
lymphocytes funneled nutrients
from Mother’s soup
into the societal fray.
Dark
curtain,
falls upon
landscapes visage;
dews saliva’s soft,
peppering down upon
freshly planted garden seeds;
tiny hair like roots digging deep,
searching for nutrients in the soil;
finding food and drink, the party begins.
I kissed the rain today
splashed upon my lips
nurtured more
than body or soul
Nurtured confidence.
Confident that loving you
was never wrong
and God knows
I have loved you
for so long.
But every day
feels like the first,
Oh...for the rain I have thirst.
Fen Blow another blow to farmers and their workers,
as the wind joyously exhaused itself knocking the crops
for six, drying the land of nutrients that are coughed up as prices will
cause consumers to splutter as everyone to curse the damn dry wind in Spring!
Reaching soil from from one end of the earth to the end.
Anointing nutrients of life to growing existence.
Insisting on equal distribution and fairness of quality.
Nesting in the clouds until its due time.
This or that Volume 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Edward Ibeh
I may look stagnant, but every piece of me is moving. I cling tight to the nutrients that flow through me. I'm not like you guys, when the rain
comes you call up the sunshine to fight that frown. I take both and sink my roots deep.
I am the tree, and I only take what I need.
WEEDS
Burning weeds smell good.
Roundup smells bad; withered,
dry
bodies left. Poisoned.
Burning weeds smell good.
Roundup: small, dead, brown
forms left.
Eco-friendly? Which?
Burning weeds smell good.
Burning: instant nutrients.
Soil wants, needs these back.
The light, let's let her in,
sit down, adapt herself...
let us offer affection and
nutrients...
Let's allow her feels
welcome, guest of honor...
May she be so well treated,
that she never thinks of leaving...
Receive light as a visit
it's not something to throw away... !
I nearly trod on it
a deposit on the grass
the remains of a meal
pulled apart.
Little bones and pieces
of life lost
devoured
by whoever
an owl perhaps
but now spread
on the turf
for beetles
and flies -
microbial nutrients.
Creations story
displayed.
A paper carton
bloats in the fridge,
its manufactured nutrients
stretched thin as a lie.
I pour it down the drain.
The disposal gurgles
back its curdled skin,
a sour hymn rising
through the pipes,
fumes of expiration
smelling like post-partum
nightmares.
Amen.
The source of nutrients
My mental stimulus,
The body sculptor,
Thy blessing I seek.
Body creator,
Beauty chic,
Belly friend,
Thy hand I seek
Vigour provider,
Vision faculty,
The thoughts knack,
Thy pleasure I seek.
For consummation,
Figure growth,
Rational accordance,
Thy filling I seek
Springtime
Hue on display
Moment of refreshing
There's an uptake of nutrients
Trees spread out their healthy and joyful boughs
Season of rejuvenation
Harbinger of newness
Rebirth of hope
Springtime
January 22, 2023.
Pen A Rictameter, Hopes Of Springs Return Poetry Contest,
M. L. Kiser.
My feelings a blend of the best berries,
But leaving me all alone to spoil,
Just means it’s your own fault
For making me the most sour I can be.
My mind a source of essential nutrients,
But leaving me all alone in the ark,
Just means you’ll have lost someone
Who once nurtured you better than others.
yellowfin tuna steak pop crust sesame soba
buckwheat noodle
earthly tart on my plate
with chopsticks one and two and
social slurp
eats he the earth organic (assimilates nutrients)
she sips he sips
sweetly sips