Short Seedling Poems
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A bright maple tree,
In its glory and splendor,
A seedling full grown,
Part of God’s great workmanship,
As poetry to the eye.
This held, two fingered, weeness;
This infant plant, raised, with all
Its roots, soiled, dangling.
Sudden fright! A quiver-chill.
Lovely, precious, vulnerable -
The green Earth; marvelled in!
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter.
Birth, adolescence, maturity, death.
Sowing, seedling, flowering, harvesting.
Idea, brain-storming, action, reflection.
Inspiration, composition, rehearsal, performance.
Form:
------------------------- Seedling
Its only a dream
a little tiny green sprout
waiting to take root
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if it is a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!
Sometime apple pies
Run and Hide
You don't want to be eaten
Peeled apples roll around
Once a seedling
In planted in the ground
Flour, cinnamon, nutmeg other ingredients...
Mixed and placed in the oven
9/16/19
on my hands and knees
I've nurtured you from seedling
rescuing you from weeds
caring lovingly
as you grew into beauties
sunbathing in sun
the garden your home
sanctuary for the fragile
as the wild look in
A tiny seed deep in the Earth
starving for the light
Pushing hard against the soil
one day springs to life
Looking like a fragile twig
not knowing where to go
Standing still for all the world
will soon, put on a show.....
The apple of your eye?
That compliment is dead.
Instead, you left me dry,
Through cored-out tears I shed.
And now the cage I call my heart,
Or perhaps a fortress, rather
Cold and in the darkness now,
For this I thank you, Father.
black lit space surrounds…
rather, front lit lights
highlight cosmic vales
exposing fertile plains,
ideas yet to fully form
seedling thoughts
germinating
real threat ‘fore bursting
a universal
revelation
Sunny days are really warming
Evening makes you become yawning
Everybody is laughing while working
Digging seed to get good cropping
Ivy poison is a dreadful thing
Needs medicine to heal your rushing
Getting ready to prepare for Thanksgiving
Our children grow as flowers
In the garden of our lives
Their roots are firmly planted
So each fragile seedling thrives
And grows into a blossom
That stands straight, and strong, and tall
So oneday each can stretch its stem
Beyond our garden wall
Form:
The beauty of a Rose…
in the heart of one who knows
That love’s a gift of time,
both temporal and sublime
The seedling of a wish,
future memory to enlist
That hope may till the fields
—budding Roses to conceal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
March 17 in eighteen sixty three
Will spin and pivot
Ancestry
As the fulcrum of this country
It is the unholy fire
Baal's tongue licking at the bones
Defied by desire
O but the ash is better balm
Then endless years
Where freedom wilts
A seedling watered by the salt of tears
A dvice, many seeds on a flower
D eciding to choose which vine to follow
V ery carefully given thought, very carefully given choice
I n your best intentions stated at the heart
C hosing which blossom can become an art
E very seedling can change the color of your path to chart
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
Quote : Let it be love that clings to my summer vine
let it be love that opens me, time after time
Season Of Love
Like a flower in the garden of hope I bloomed
pushed out of the earth by the heat of your hand
Like a seedling pressed inside secret soil
I peaked, in the season of love...
BEAUTIFUL PLANTED FLOWER DIRT AROUND OUR SOUL
the seedling planted
the beautiful flower comes
grows out the terrain
grows out of my heart
altogether we share this...
the dirt surrounds us
dirt surrounds us both
the beautiful flower comes
plant and I have soil
3/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From the womb life gushes forth,
in hues of verdigris, red, yellow and blue.
Her children leafy sentinels, two-legged,
four-legged, scaled and winged;
suckle from her abundant breast.
We are each a Gaia-seedling,
though womb waters are safe harbor for some
her essence resides in all within Gaia’s tribe.
I’m dreaming of the demon;
desperate fare.
Believing in the leavings;
desperate dare.
Who are you to winnow me?
Righteous hare.
Can you spare the seedling?
No more cares.
Walk through
the case with you.
Figures are drawing.
Figures are dreaming.
Desperate hour,
walking nine.
Tell me more
about the line.
Stretching.
I took a sip of water that looked like you,
I have made this so of sorceries new.
I christened words betwixt words behind,
Beyond et cetera, though within mind;
I shut my eyes and robbed today from tomorrow,
I plucked my heart from its timeless sorrow.
Then held the sky atop a fingertip bleeding,
And planted in the wound a heavenly seedling.
Minor strength holds the small seedling from the start;
Allowing it to be placed near the river.
Refreshing water wets the fertile soil’s part;
Yearly fruits fill the branches that grow faster.
Radiant zenith of triumph shines at present
On oasis of birds neath the sky fulgent.
Sought as a warm shelter or sanctuary;
Even the leaves make it an elegant tree.
At first, it was merely a seedling of hope,
struggling hard to cope.
And yet, it felt new,
as it slowly grew.
People proved they cared
how older folks fared.
The right questions asked,
their tears were unmasked.
Wash your hands with soap
truth's a safety rope,
at first, it was merely a seedling of hope.
(Rhyme)
08/14/2020
Autumn golden sunshine yawns,
Unfolds on carpet of damp lawns.
Transfix bronze leaves tumble and crumble
Under bare limbs like flickering of flames.
Mirth crisp zephyr lull games,
Nascent seedling gems burst in bundles.
9/28/2021
Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Like a hurricane,
the world spins on its axis,
around and around.
Never ceases.
And I,
I see the beauty
in your soul.
Trying to escape,
like a seedling
trying to see the sun.
Show the world
your true self,
and there I'll be
waiting
with open arms
to welcome you in, dry your tears.
My darling,
Share that beauty with the world.
Teach it how to feel.
On some days I don’t write any,
On others I write plenty.
It depends on my day,
I have to process it and put it away.
This writer needs to write all the time,
I don’t know if it’s a flaw or by design.
I write here and I write there,
When the words come to me, it doesn’t matter where.
I have to write to get them out,
And like a seedling, a poem sprouts.