Short Pea Green Poems
Short Pea Green Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pea Green by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pea Green by length and keyword.
FOR MIKKI
Columbus did not America discover
take note
Twas the owl and the ***** cat in their
pea green boat
In a pod not a boat
but pry yellow tee flags
red
did he say pea green
almost there
to the 8th
a couple more to the
forces of evil disappear
moth
Luna
light pea green
flies to the light
nightly visitor
enormously large wings
circling brilliant streetlight
especially active in May
found between midnight and two o’clock
"balderdash"
there once was a man named Lear
it can be said it can't be quite clear
if none of the nonsense he wrote
would in a pea-green boat float
but he wasn't King or Norman
that's q*eer
FOR MIKKI
Columbus did not America discover –
take note
Twas the owl and the ***** cat in their
pea green boat
...............
I do not understand the four stars. Why ruin my poem soup moguls?
attracted to light
landing on my porch
delighting faeries
not a damselfly
not a firefly
from the near woods
child of the night
a dainty wisp
just visiting
something lithe
something light
mystical
pea green
luna
moth
Analytical Green
Is Putrid
Spent to fast
Gained too slow
Maybe it's Olive
Or seafoam green
No matter the color
It is our uprising
Into a vast dominion
Of analytical green
Pea green
Just like vomit
The things that make
Us puke
The things we gain
To lose
Emerald like the
Eyes on the back
Of a dollar bill
My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in the air
All these silly things don't matter
That beset my brain
I want sparkles in my fizzy drinks
And beauty to entrance me
As I push my little pea-green boat
Out to an excited sea.
My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in the air
All these silly things don't matter
That beset my brain
I want sparkles in my fizzy drinks
And beauty to entrance me
As I push my little pea-green boat
Out to an excited sea.
WITH CATS IT’S SECRET
stays on fingertips
the softness as though rubbed off
a quiet presence
the expectation
in her simple meowing
and i understand
the dog is open
not so the domestic cat
so still and secret
in that pea green boat
the owl and the pussy cat
at sea with secrets
kitty cat has been
to london to see the queen
what did he there?