Short Regrow Poems

The sea star is terrified.
Chase is on.
He drops the beast an arm.
Knowing it will regrow.
Saving his life one more time
At the expense of one arm....

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In the land of my once fallow youth,
old phrases bury deep

Where seeds of time regrow the rhyme
—their crop my soul to keep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)...

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Is it possible that a flower can regrow?
you have to leave the roots, they say
but how can I know?
Are the roots still there and
should I care?
Should I plant a new one?


by Chiara P....

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I stand tall
Among you all
I have scratches and scars 
But they make me who I am 
Branches that reach out, just to please others 
One Season my leaves all fall 
But Its okay Because I regrow them all....

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Sitting on my front steps
  delighting in the scene
Discerning in the ordinary
  long-forgotten dreams

A toddler hides in mommy's skirts
  A dolly-girl presses dandelions to her nose
A brave lad stays up on a unicycle
  Can I, my imagination regrow?...

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I am mother goddess warrior
protector of the sacred Nisqually water
and the people of this land
I am native crow

I am also avocado
nice to eat and soft 
soft to my seed and thick skinned
or is it thin? I don't know

all the time I 
shed my skin
feel sweet and feed something

and then regrow

I am an avocado crow...

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I need he who made the flowers
And then he gave them stalks, that rest upon the branches
Need he who make the fruits
And then he gave the seeds, so they can be replanted
And they regrow, God you know
Just like rivers to Tilapias
Just like sugar to Malaysians
Lord that’s how much I need you, I promise I’ll always please you
Need your strength, wisdom and guidance...

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what i see.
I see nothing but a dead community of people who would never snap into reality and realize life ain't a joke, We live in an world full of people who only care about themselves and loves to sugarcoat but growing up like this will never be like the 70's 80's or 90's and that's okay cause life will continue to go. Hopefully we start a new generation and they learn to regrow....

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Autumn Leaves

With much wonder, 

Leaves always are,

When we watch from close or maybe way out far 

All of their great beauty is agreed by us both 

And in each New Year will be another growth.

Wonderful color of the autumn leaves,

God’s wonderful way of nature to shed its leaves 

And regrow even more beautiful 

With God’s blessings of a new life

 10/11/2014...

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All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time of year
Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer
Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die
Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive
Autumn's the busiest time of year
Lest not forget there's mountains to clear....

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tidy floral rows
     stark ragged dandelion
shears’ hungry maw gapes
   shing! 
              have a care; it will regrow
                     unlike your delicate bloom

surprised, you look down
     your prize tulip’s roots mingled
          with this intruder
               woven inextricably
                    gleaming shears look quite hungry

6/14/16
© Thomas W. Quigley...

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Winter, spring, summer, fall
I love them all 
Winter is the season 
For love to fruition 

Spring brings the rain 
To nourish the grain 
Heaven brings the glow 
For waters to flow 

Summer brings the sun 
Time to have fun 
Children come to play 
Time to be gay 

Then, the gusty fall 
Is time for all 
For a new beginning 
To regrow after falling

Four by four poetry contest 
2nd place...

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You singed
the last feather off my back
took away    my sky   my flight 
congratulations lady fire   you win    
I surrender.   

I'm leaving... 
you can eat those feathers for all I care.
When true warmth, true peace blows my way
I'll regrow a new pristine flight.
Regain the sky-high ground
and
watch you sink into the zinc cold earth.
weighted down with singed flight feathers
petrified into silence....

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Wild Grass on the Tableland—Farewell to a Friend
The grasses on the tableland run wild,
Once in a year they perish and flourish.
The wildfire can’t burn them up in the field;
They regrow in vernal breeze at their wish.
Over the ancient path grasses spread far and wide,
And their green aligns with the city lonely.
Again say goodbye to my friend at the road side;
Lush grasses wave in parting sorrow heavy.

(Tran.)...

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In paper I write,
Paper I throw,
Millions of trees just cut down for that
Million use those just like I!
The millions you cut, cannot
Regrow into the same
But for all I can say
Is plant another for that!
Can grow in the same way,
It will grow and grow and grow big and
Give you more to write over in a flow
But in return just do one favor
Just plant another to help
Mother nature!
For she gives you all you want.

By Manthra...

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WE RAN INTO THAT POISON APPLE TREE,
OUR LOVED MOLDED AND BECAME DARK GREEN LIKE A LEAF,
SOMEONE STOLE THEM GOLDEN APPLES AND THEN THEY FLED,
MAYBE A GRUESOME AND CRUEL THIEF,
CAN WE REGROW THAT LEAF?
DO YOU STILL HAVE THE WILL POWER AND BELIEF?
YOU COMING BACK WOULD BE SUCH A RELIEF,
IF WE CAN REGROW THAT TREE,
LET’S NOT SET EACH OTHER FREE,
I AM ON MY KNEES AND GIVING YOU MY PLEAD,
I DON’T AND WON’T BE FREED,
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR NEXT GOLDEN APPLE TRUE....

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Wherever I am, the world comes to me
Birth of life on bended knee like a breeze to be free
The   heavens   and seas rejoice with glee 
Carrying the world on their shoulders to regrow
With each breath taken holding say goodbye to tomorrow
Letting go of the shadows and moving on to dream and grow

By: Eve Roper 7/26/2015


Line 1: ‘Wherever I am, the world comes to me.’---Mary Oliver

Contest Name: COMPLETE THE LINES! 
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud...

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My father showed me how to pull nettles without being stung. 
With a confident and downward grasp and without hesitation, 
To grip and flatten the stinging hairs by following their direction
but I have never reached to do it, or had any to pull in my city garden.
I watched him dig sods with a spade and turn them over row by row 
So that weeds would bury beneath each shiny clod and not regrow
But I have never had more of a garden than a small brick-paved courtyard....

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Blossoms in the morning dew 
A beautiful larks singing from afar

I look at each and every you
Days traverse sun to star

Dark clouds moving in so fast
Cinders’ about to make a mark

Debauchery of ash and ruin
Flowers burned no more lark

How quick a dream can turn to black
Erased and smoldering clouds are dark

Remnants piled on the ground 
Tears fall all is lost Cinder left a brutal mark

Rebuild regrow again someday 
A place of wonder of sun and heart....

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