Short Swamp Poems
Short Swamp Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Swamp by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Swamp by length and keyword.
thick fog engulfs night
wading across fetid swamp
moon casts dim beacon
eyes of beasts monitor steps
owner's pursuing dogs howl
Catfish lies in mud.
He slithers through slimy swamp.
Ah! Breakfast is here!
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A stop along the swamp at night
Turn off motor shut out the light
A scary sound
From all around
The sound would make a Halloween fright
Ten tiny pollywogs
Happy as can be
Along came an alligator
Ate up three.
Seven skittish pollywogs
Beneath a lily pad
Up swam a rainbow trout
They all died sad.
At the bottom I can hear his words barely grasping the hand of reality and gravity As he speaks atoms split I feel urticating. For I spit into a white void I am reborn and remade.
Romp and Stomp On Swamp
What they have done to expansive swamp,
Is to jump right on it and then really romp;
Water squish,
With anguish;
Others have been doing Stonybrook stomp.
Jim Horn
What does it take to drain a swamp?
A weakling or someone with strength and pomp?
How deep in the mire must this one go
To effect a change from the muck we know?
To drain a swamp, takes grit and a STOMP!
Trump Swamp He Would Dredge
Up from swamp things Trump did dredge;
When all over supporters started to pledge;
Are now in grief;
Need more relief;
Maybe what he must do is leap off of ledge.
Jim Horn
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Forest swamp alive
Beauty_Cobalt Blue_lake, sky
Cotton Candy clouds
A swamp-still water
Weighed down of sorrows'
Winter-long stare
Does what of this now
Reflective bare.
Hearts, re-lit as twere.
A far sky-swept bird's;
In snipe; ibis.
And those, now lightened.
As glad for this!
banyule wetlands
All over Washington D.C.
He flies with pomp and pride
Donald Trump, President
Surveys the swamp overhead
Of wrath and promises bold
He vows to cleanse the deep
Swamp's dark waters
His axe to wield
America great again to keep
© daniel miltz
Great Trump Swamp Poem
Finally Friday and another felony found;
With Trump as President we were bound;
In swamp with reeds;
Wind guides and leads;
Fool like him at we again all had frowned.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Boliviva, NC
i never want your help.
although, at times, i need it.
i don't accept reality
but i do understand it.
walking the swamps
in the middle of august,
i took rest on a spray painted rock.
you followed my lead
with your hands on my knees
as we watched the sun set over the dock.
I've BEEN invited alone
into a carefully distinct sex
whose sharp fangs comb
my thoughts so ghost
Within these disarrayed eyes
from ground into green
zinc coffin with mask
i found this memory appears
a slab as spine in bits of
red and CLARA VENUS scent.
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Animals of swamp
crocodile, fish, tadpoles
call-off the day
And wandered freely
Rabbit, deer, lion
lay apart quietly
No humane disturbances
No hiding in swamp grasses
Blue jay, yellow warbler
Sing to their heart's delight
While Hibau sleeps
Gibbon and Pangolin
play in grotto
Is Covid-19 a humane predator?
Or a protector of nature?
Academic eyes
Bullying lies
Feelings held hostage
Locked unopposed
Academic eyes
Mandatory ‘I’’s
Mirrored reflection
The Emperor’s clothes
Academic eyes
Robert Bly cries
The pond has been drained
Replaced with a swamp
Academic eyes
Truth rendered blind
The facts mired out
—fantasy romps
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
When there is no hope in soul,
When someone’s not really close,
When your heart is disconsolate, -
Life is looking like a morass.
Only golden water lilies -
There you will find - illusions.
Silly dreams unable to save you, -
Stem is fragile, weak as usual..
When the all strengths are exhausted,
Kind foe, - that is well known, -
shows up to pull you out ...
Wouldn't be better if he'd got late..
Dusk at the Great Swamp* in early Spring
Applauding
at the curve of twilight
you’ll hear them:
tree frogs.
Bending, feigning
one way then the other,
Greek dancers:
trees.
Concentrating keenly,
with spy scopes
on distant rookeries:
birders.
Disturbing the peace
of winter meditation,
rearing herself:
swamp giant.
Kathy Collins
*Great Swamp National
Wildlife Sanctuary
Morris County, NJ
China made my canoe which I proudly adored
Flotation and recreation all on the creek shores
The day was right cool
The water icy below and a sudden rupture
Sent me into the swampy muck
Slick as an oily tool attended fish school
My feet had no traction and caused a change reaction
No leverage --spilled my good beverage
Never depend on a chinese rubber air canoe
Or you just might loose a shoe!!
**well I guess it is done ;-]
The mango grove hums,
insects sing in the scratchy thrum,
the wet-lead air.
Knee-deep, the water sweats
a dark smudging fear.
We are a party of four,
four machetes,
four slouch hats,
four men looking for
reasons.
Trailing tendrils snatch at us,
lacerate skin and courage.
After a few hours
we are drained,
barely speaking
just wading our way
inwards,
all four
longing for
that tropical beach bar
and the girl
we left behind it.
The ink dark sky choked with ripened longing
with a face darkened and stricken with fear toward the inner sea
spills a whistle stained with traces of your hair
In the thrashing strong wind a mind lost shower
plants the thorn of memories grown in Udo
and scores the shoulder of Seongsanpo sleeping in stillness
Caught in the defiant shove of the departing shower I
gently seized as if falling into sleep by the touch of the leaving wind
flow toward the pooled water where you remain
Trumpet-like lilies by the lake
preen for the flamboyant flamingo,
sifting through the murky waters,
searching for algae and shrimp
where crawdads click and clatter.
While silvery fish glide stealthily
leaving barely a ripple behind,
a chorus of frogs’ croaks
echo like the whining twang
of a plucked banjo string.
Dragonflies skim the water’s surface
as their translucent wings shimmer
like gems in the sunlight,
dart about the amaranth lilies
waltzing in the summertime breeze.