Short Shasta Poems

Short Shasta Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shasta by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shasta by length and keyword.

Shasta Daisy - Fibonacci form

White
White
Yellow
Showing off
Burbank's creation
Pick—he loves me, he loves me not.

© Paul Geiger  

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                                                Fresh Shasta Daisy
                                    White white cool gown yellow crown..
                                             First at summer's ball

© Sara Kendrick  

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                                                      Shasta Daisy white
                                              Yellow face to light teardrop
                                                     Burdock passed gone

© Sara Kendrick  

My Everest, my Matterhorn, my Sinai
Towers in the distance above the land
Snowy crown soft white against the sky
How gracefully she reaches out her hand
And touches me, and I could nearly cry 
So awe-inspired that I cannot bear
To turn away and finally say goodbye
And yet I know that she is always there.

© Ina Goodling  

Diet Coke, icy cold, has fame.
Spiked with cherry or lime, it’s tame,
I buy the brand Shasta
because my drink hasta
use Splenda, not bad aspartame.

Written 10/23/12 by Andrea Dietrich
(I know there is nothing healthful about
a Coke, but I just love carbonation!)

For Francine Roberts'
Pick a Beverage, any Beverage Poetry Contest

© Andrea Dietrich  

tangled vines and Shasta daisies embrace
long forgotten wagon wheels . . . 
the whisper of a breeze

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August 6, 2012    (Edit)


Poetry/Kimo/nature
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1221-010-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Strand Choice 11 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

© Constance La France  

Not long ago
at the corner of
Ironic Avenue and
Mary Jane Lane, I grew
plump tuluberries with wiry
roots secured deep underneath
the muddy banks of Shasta Lake.

Cream flowed
from dangling taps
nourishing with foam.
Prayers welcomed blessed
survival when life held some
meaning beyond ticks on tricky
balance sheets singed as leverage.

© John Weber  

Shoutin shouting, shouting shouting
Emotional confusing
I left my heart eyes blinded
I felt the breath of my words enervating
I just can’t drink a cup of water
While my heart is starving
So much am I craving the lust of myself?
Listen, listen, listen
Listen, listen to my heart sadden
Shoutin, shouting, pouting
Shouting, shouting, shouting




9/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

tangled vines and shasta daisies embrace
long forgotten wagon wheels . . . 
the whisper of a breeze

________________________
August 6, 2012

Poetry/Kimo/tangled vines
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 4116-88-06
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, tangled vines
sponsor, Brian Strand, HM, Judged 08/08/2012


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© Constance La France