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Short Squashes Poems

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


Senryu On Squash Or Pumpkin Patch
I
one seed, so wise
to hide generations of pumpkins
forest of leaves

II
wisdom in tendrils, leaves 
spread out - small garden -
blind tendrils grasp non-leaves...

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Categories: squashes, community, creation, education, garden, nature, planet, science,
Form: Senryu



Premium Member Why Do Turtles Cross Roads
Turtle crosses Not bosses road Squashes too soon Before moon's shine Some goon killed him In light dim died Quickly fried, she Cat dived on plate
...

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Categories: squashes, humor,
Form: Than-Bauk
Dark Diminuendo Dribbles - Day 25
lusty leaves wave
rusty rhythm plays
airy accordion pukes
callous concerto's tune
mystic music melt
smothering saucy crest

dark diminuendo dribbles
hoisting hankering wrinkles
seeped'n sassy treble

like tactic tiers
severed syllables smeared
on papyrus's peers

same spell squashes
emotion love lodges.
     '20:02:25:14:20...

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Categories: squashes, allegory, love,
Form: Sonnet
Just a Sonnet V
Today
Is a new day, a new way 
to plot a different graph
from yesterday - stand tall as a giraffe
Yesterday died but tomorrow is to be born
Piles from it, learn from them, but keep them unworn
Receiving new wings 
Rehearsing new swings
Keep yourself fly, stay on the highs
The lows squashes, remain arise
like vapour form clouds, rain on mistakes
from yesterday - cause erosion to the aches
Then new seeds to the ground,
Then new needs would be found....

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Categories: squashes, inspirational, today,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Lackluster Shellacking
Listen to poem:
Feeling sluggish, shelled.
Lithely lingering in the dust and grime.
Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues,
Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail.
Apathy and complacency palls to gloom and doom in my room.
Inactivity and being non-committal, chokes the creative urge, to be stillborn.
But then, words and poetry flood into the brain during sleepless nights.
There's no stopping it. 
Its spell, dispels the squashes, and quells the squishes to splats....

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Categories: squashes, feelings, inspiration,
Form: Free verse




Book: Shattered Sighs