Short Spruce Poems
Short Spruce Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spruce by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spruce by length and keyword.
Gee, I want a chocolate moose
But, I got a charred up goose
It tasted so bad
I threw I’ve been had
Awe, I tried to give it a spruce
With his body
towards the evening sun
warm as blood
one single ant
is rushing towards his home
to guard a spruce
in the wood
Six steel and brass strings.
Twelve frets, precisely spaced.
Hollow braced spruce….magic.
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The costume she wore was a drag
It made her look like a hag
She tried to spruce up
But looked like a pulp
Who soar with the colors of a flag
duck duck goose
head in a noose
your morals were loose
your body now hangs on a spruce
your horse-stealing-soul is now loose
duck duck goose
driving through the wilds
roads carved through granite and spruce
dusk is approaching...
full concentration needed
"Be on the lookout for moose!"
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birds in summer sun
fluff their feathers comb with beaks
spruce up in sunshine
winter is a grind
wind is strong rain is heavy
not time for preening
Love is the color of
Spruce trees and green moss
Dangling in
The midnight air
Love is a sweet rain
Flowing through
Your maple hair
Blue sky seagull chirp,
pealing plaintive strain oe’r tides,
weeping waters rush
Cherry dew song thrush,
weaves mirthful mist from spruce tree,
off-key forest fall
white keys of birch trees
black keys of spruces and pines -
music of twilight
8.20.2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
on the mosquito
before spruce biting fleas flies
the cottonwood tree
once again bitten
all over my arms and neck
by those mosquitoes
5/12/19
boat spurs red river
awakens white sails with sunrise
dawn’s hues spruce up the hills too
monumental sun
no wonder morning birds tweet
trees’ sappiest at first shine
bright blue sapphire blinks
bejeweled midst blue spruce bush ...
blur blueberry sky
14 March 2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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There was a lady from Belarus,
Who loved to practice the stage cruise,
She stood on her iron board,
Every time she was bored,
It fell for its legs weren't made from spruce.
July 17, 2022.
M ade of maple and spruce
A lways ready for use
N ow is the time to play
D o not put it away
O pen the case, take out
L earn a new song throughout
I t’s the way to improve
N ow you’re into a groove!
snow and icicles
compete to adorn house roofs ---
white pigeons peep from wall holes
to seep through spruce groves
the sun tries and tries and fails ---
fog spreads his grey pavilion
19 January 2023
Biting Fleas and Mosquito- A Haiku
on the mosquito
before spruce biting flea flies
the cottonwood tree
~
once again bitten
all over my arms and neck
by those mosquitoes
5/14/19
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All the coming and going,
going out
guests coming, so -
dress up
make up
spruce up
brush up
tidy up
don the new getup
shake the dust
off the best plates.
Its so uplifting and fulfilling.
This is so becoming.
Forrest ever so;
Reigning O'er me;
Towering,
Spruce timbers be;
100 feet high and more;
While others you have just below, the skies;
11/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
christmas tree on curb
spruce needles, dry, brown
here, there, ornament
broken, on branch
tinsel strands flitter
in cold New Years wind
soon, city truck
department of sanitation
come and carry, take away
She is Marie Stradivari from the Italian violin makers of the Stradivarius.
Her instrument was created from spruce, willow, and maple,
it is probably worth millions.
We listen, tapping our feet,
happily thinking of bluegrass
Colorado spruce
Towering eagles' aerie
Greets glorious dawn
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 Linda-Marie's "Flowers, Trees & Scrubs I Luv Haiku" Contest - August 2010
Cold is winter in shades of grey; monotone scenery.
Welcome sunlight lends orange and yellow to a scene and paints snow white with blue hues.
My holly tree lends green and red while my spruce waxes blue.
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A black rock slid
the tall spruce shuddered again
shallow roots let go
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Behind a gentle bark
and inside the timber
the nature is continuing to
hammering and creates a time clock
in a spruce-stem
and its high skin
around the body
gives me an idea
of an old trees silent struggle
for to continue its life.