Short Rustles Poems
Short Rustles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rustles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rustles by length and keyword.
LEAVING APRIL
a break in the clouds
leafy crowd rustles
shadows rush
blue jay darts in
darts out
point of concern
Categories:
rustles, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Rustles through new leaves,
Warm breeze dances on my skin,
Petals in the air,
Nature's breath so soft and light,
Spring's gentle sigh stirs the soul.
Categories:
rustles, spring, wind,
Form:
Tanka
The grass rustles
after nightfall—
armadillos hunting.
_________________________
For Brian's Adaptation Contest
Inspired by the work of Buson.
Categories:
rustles, animals, nature
Form:
Haiku
dusk sets forest wanes
twilight stalk by clouds
full moon oversees
wind's puff rustles leaves
owl's sense of hearing
pause seek what are veil
3/26/2021
Tableau
Categories:
rustles, night,
Form:
Verse
The red gown rustles touched by the breeze
Fall's chilly rain drops drip with ease
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest: Crystalline
Theme:Autumn Oak
Categories:
rustles, beauty,
Form:
Crystalline
Summer Breeze 32
A light summer breeze,
Cool air rustles through the leaves,
Nature's softest sigh.
Categories:
rustles, appreciation, nature, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Ego rustles.
It wants to leave.
Grant its wish.
Stand up.
Open the door.
Kiss it on the cheek.
Bid it adieu.
Watch it leave.
Close the door.
Breath a sigh..
and return to life.
Amen.
Categories:
rustles, leaving, life,
Form:
Free verse
November rustles in with noise:
Winds, and leaves that little boys
Kick and scatter loud as boys will do.
November breathes in Autumn’s ear:
“Winter’s gusting very near,
Soon exhaling silent snow on you."
Categories:
rustles,
Form:
Verse
Blowing again,
Will it ever end?
Leaves fall.
I blow.
Squirrels throw nuts.
I blow.
Twiggs fall.
I blow.
Wind rustles.
I blow.
Its fall,
This is how my day goes.
Blow, blow, blow!
Categories:
rustles, autumn, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
a lonely country road
wolf pack rustles around
we hear them coming
but hope it is not them
of course it is
but we keep hoping it isn't
until we finally see them
Then we hope they will let us pass
and some do.
Others give chase.
Categories:
rustles, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Wind rustles her cover
whining of pups distract
wafting scent entices
weariness piques her need
weakness seduces her
wiliness picks her prey
wantonness her attack
©3/15/2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsor = Joseph May
Categories:
rustles, animal, image, mother, nature,
Form:
Pleiades
ur beauty has touced my heart
ur love my soul
music were those
da rustles of ur hair
tinge of ur blush
colured my dreams
fragnance of ur presence
scented my breathe
deep inside flesh
to my prove my love
3 words won do
love u....
Categories:
rustles, lovelove,
Form:
ABC
silver dollar moon
suspended in a dark sky
wind rustles the autumn leaves
secrets in the night
moonbeams on the forest floor
wolves pay homage at midnight
Barbara Gorelick 10/14/11
For Russel's Full Moon contest
Categories:
rustles, imagination, nature, autumn,
Form:
Choka
zephyr breeze
gently
blows
in autumn
watch leaves
fall
small hedgehog
rustles
leaves
brown conkers
drop to
ground
tangerine
sunset
glows
haiku 123 or 321 contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
9/22/18
Categories:
rustles, autumn, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Categories:
rustles, allegory, angst, life,
Form:
Epigram
The frosty tree line, in the distance, so white,
soft fresh icy flakes, reflecting the light.
Quietness surrounds the frozen ponds,
little rabbits hopping, following their mom.
Slightly a breeze, rustles the leaves,
imprinted in my mind, a memory to keep.
Categories:
rustles, life, nature, time,
Form:
Narrative
Autumn brings cold darkness
Enveloping fog gathers
Hanging in joyless khaki
Leaves mound noiselessly
Offering people quiet rustles
Should the unsuspecting vegetation
Whirl xcitable-as-a young zephyr
Please excuse the minor indescretion on the last line :)
Categories:
rustles, nature, seasons,
Form:
ABC
Dressed
in hues
of russet,
crimson and gold,
the Indian bride
captivates everyone.
Her starched saree rustles
as I walk over
it with barefoot.
Cool breeze, bright
sun bless
her.
~~~
16.09.2021
For :
Malabika Ray Choudhury
MERSE - Beauty Of Fall
Categories:
rustles, autumn,
Form:
Verse
Wind, as it rustles through the trees,
How it moves with no freeze,
Swiftly as it crosses my face,
How delicate and fragile
It does not even leave a trace,
The scent, the scent of fresh
Fresh, a fresh beautiful breeze,
Feels, feels nothing wrong
Everything is a-long
Categories:
rustles, nature
Form:
Free verse
Whispers of what will come
rustles among the leaves.
Blushes turn to golden hues,
Autumn's kiss upon the trees.
With a shiver of anticipation,
limbs shed their Fall dress.
sleep soon comes to subdue,
as nature readies to rest.
For the contest; Autumn's Dream
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Categories:
rustles, nature,
Form:
Verse
The shroud of night descends
To solitude enfold
The dying colours.
Rustles and hoots and howls
While shadows wheel
Little light to aid perception.
A sinister calm
Creeps with stealth
Shivering and damp
Better not to move
Or prey is the fate
Wait for the glimmers of dawn.
Categories:
rustles, dark, fear, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
The Rose awaits dawn
Jewelled tears to soothe
bird upon the wing
calls out reveille
waning moon exits.
The breeze whispers
spirit so free
shakes new born leaves
rustles the tide.
Morning breaks
azure sky
hides the stars.
Nature's
habit.
Pure.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
rustles, nature,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
When a warm breeze rustles the leaves
You can thank the sunny weather
When a clouded sky passes by
A soft rain moistens the heather
When a bird sings on feathered wings
And the grass sheds the morning dew
When I think how far away you are
All my thoughts rush back to you
Categories:
rustles, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The house still sleeps,
Coughs, rustles, creaks
scuttle under my closed door.
The truck grumbles into the alley.
It used to be a barmaid
trashing bottles near
the house where I grew up
making pops and clinks.
Now it's trucks collecting bins,
dumping glass in their broad bellies
huffing away down the alley.
Categories:
rustles, nostalgiahouse, house,
Form:
Free verse
AFTERNOON ( two Cinquain)
Deep breath
Winter is done
Spring breath rustles the trees
And here I sit all afternoon
Thinking (winter is done)
You foolish man!
Live NOW!
Warm flute
And Debussy
“Afternoon of a Faun”
I can almost see the meadow
Sense his young innocence
He’s safe quite calm
Respite
Categories:
rustles, animals, nature, seasons
Form:
Cinquain