Short Tending Poems

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


Gardening~

silent tears rain down
as upon my knees I pray
hands  grasp the dark earth
tending the vegetables
as the master mends my soul
Form: Tanka


Raising a Lie

Lying is like raising a child,
It always needs changing and tending to,
For one wrong misstep might be fatal for both child and parent.

Premium Member Tending Mother's Day

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Mother's
Day
Roses
I
gave
Who
tends
your
grave
but
I

Some Vigil

This heavy shaded room, 
Your rattle of difficult breaths; 
I had to go out 
And come back in correct, 

To silent clocks
Tending your face
And lights gone out
All over.

Premium Member Smiles and Frowns



my cat purring soft
on my lap as I watch TV -
               and my heart just smiles

tending my garden
on a sunny summer day - 
            and rain brings a frown
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Jerry the Joker

Everyone laughs
at Jerry's crude jokes
He's a regular guy
a bar-tending bloke

But never ever joke
that his mum's soon to croak
Jerry's fists will soon find you
~ You won't be saved by the bell
Form: McWhirtle

Garden Mother Iii

A wonderful wife and mother,raising her sons and tending her flowers were her love. She was called home to be with God when her love had taken root. Now she will forever be with God to tend His flowers.
Form: Epitaph

She Wants To Make Herself Heard

she wants to make herself heard
but the busy sun has walked his estate
tending to matters, some urgent, some free
a new dawn, she sings again to remind
this bird, her song is sung for all

Come and Find Me In My Solitude

Find me in my costly time
Reading books to learn
Puzzling phrases together
Tending the exciting crime
Surrounded with pen and paper so cute
Adorable in front of the table
Come and find me in my solitude

Taking a U-Turn

Born in giftedness of innate purview, 
Tending him like tender scion, is vital.
Send him to play, work isn't his battle.
Never let school, for him, be accidental,
Ergo, let's earn his souvenir from this review.

Premium Member Tending One's Soul

Just by amassing 

a plethora of material goods in life 

without tending his spiritual needs

one 

can never succeed in enriching his 

soul !  









© Demetrios Trifiatis
     15 February 2014
Form: Epigram

Thirsty Crows

Shiny thirsty black crows
Sitting neatly in rows
Eyeing Sally’s water hose
Been there since this morn

Working Sally will not stop
Tending to her growing crop
Will not give the crows a drop
Because they ate her corn
© Kitty Lou  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tongue Twister

Timothy Tolliver Tines
Taught tax topics twenty times
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Twisted tongue tending to twine







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November 28, 2019
F G I series 17 tongue twister
Brian Strand, sponsor
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Cemetery Today

A 
Visit
Today to
Cemetery
Father's Day no dad
To talk to and share thoughts
Too hot to stay and visit
The grave was in good shape weed free
Mother's parents and grandparents' graves
Need the grass pulled out and tending some...Sad
Form: Etheree

Premium Member DEFINING CONTOURS-:-

DEFINING CONTOURS-:-
convey
 enlightened
angst

preceptively
expressed
in a CONCEPTUAL WORLD
transformational
 symbols
tending

trying
tensions
that CREATE TURMOIL 
eruptions
 earthquakingly
esoteric

everyday
experience
art
Form: Other

Premium Member Chariot

Charmful lemon-shaded dragon,
Happy and respectful!
Aptitudes off the charts as a 
Reassuring and delightful storyteller.
Intelligent beyond belief and
Overwhelmingly friendly and truthful while
Tending a pumpkin patch!

August, 2021
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member The Lingering of Longing and Life

'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…

the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn 
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit

Premium Member Zen mode

the guru chakra vibrates
the master is at work
we adore His presence
holding erect energies
enlivening decaying form

wondrous is agape love
an effervescence eternal
tending to each leaf
both whilst held to the tree
and while falling to earth

Premium Member Cowboy Footles

Great lore
of yore

Big lands’
ranch hands

No work
to shirk

Tending;
mending

Bale hay -
okay!

Cows raised
Grass grazed

Horse spurred
helps herd

Strong fence
makes sense

Bull ride
gets tried

For kicks -
rope tricks!
Form: Footle

A small garden

I'm a small garden of the soul -
A place where we keep patience in tending roses...
thinking of each other,
trying to blossom like flowers.

Anh oi
I'm not a fickle wind
That blows whenever I want
or only when your heart desires...

#hongphuongphan
Form: Rhyme

So Like Dad

My uncle,... so like Dad!
But a stout, big bellied version with different gait.
Joy he had!

But unlike Dad
Who was a town guy and refined,
No fad!

Busy,
Tending the farm.
Free!!

My uncle,... so like Dad
Who was a town guy and refined!!
Free!!!
© Abel Jae  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Romantic

Resting your  wunderbar  head 
On my bare  pubescent  chest 
Makes  my throbbing  pulsation 
Adorably  align to  our  passion of 
Night  and  day chronicles while
Tending  to  your 
Irresistible  magnetic  beguile that is 
Captivating  yet  still addictive.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Suspect Clover

All we had was a fixed illusion...
            
            We all had the same delusion.

We were never alive, although it felt that way

As over to school or tending our plantation.

We won't be born again, or live in suspect clover.




12/26/2015
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Hello November

Penultimate month, November
Tending memories’ eternal ember
Sparking thoughts, grand and tender
With honor and thanksgiving to remember
For each who of the human race are a member






***
November 1, 2019
F T I series 15 November
Brian Strand, sponsor
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member My heart is a secret garden

Tangled and over run from neglect 
you come into my life 
nurturing, healing, giving rebirth 
my heart begins to blossom 
from your positive spirit 
tending to my needs 
rejuvenating life once more 
you give me strength  
becoming a masterpiece 
a Divine beauty of nature

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