Short Tiger Moth Poems
Short Tiger Moth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tiger Moth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tiger Moth by length and keyword.
Tiger Moth
kaleidoscope
flickers through the night
perfect symmetry...
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Categories:
tiger moth, flying, garden, insect, nature, tiger,
Form:
Haiku
Through This Flame
Wordless,
Effortless,
The tiger moth
Flies through this flame...
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Categories:
tiger moth, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Garden Tiger
libertine with wings
sun-drenched and comatose
awaiting night flight...
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Categories:
tiger moth, color, flying, garden, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Tiger Moth
Its not
So hard
For the
Tiger moth
To see
The light
In this flame
Remember that
You are golden
You are still gold...
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Categories:
tiger moth, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Braille Stars of Night
The tiger moth
Wingless flight
Camouflage stripes
Sitting patiently
Waiting in the
Tall thick grass
Reading the braille
Stars of night
Asking the Lord
To bring back his sight...
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Categories:
tiger moth, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Woolly Bear
On my walk I came across a Woolly Bear Caterpillar
It was walking across the street
I picked it up to move it off the road, hoping it would be ok
This caterpillar curls up in a ball for protection
Later it will be the Isabella Tiger Moth
I haven't seen one in a while but they are a sight to see
Heidi Sands
9/18/20...
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Categories:
tiger moth, animal, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Fake Arrival
Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky.
A tiger moth lands on the?
sweet viola to seek liberation.
You die to find a rival?
to cheat the moon.
Everynight a silver bleeds
to write your name on the stone.
What you dream, does not
become your neighbour.
You give a big hearty
laugh to frighten yourself.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
tiger moth, art,
Form:
ABC
Tracking
To stay put
without a trace of hurt,
I have come back to you.
When, halfway, the perception falls
off, like landing of a dragonfly.
Tilting moon will tell you the
secret of the scar. Those tiny
irises come alive when tears
start melting in your eyes. A
tiger moth will ask why the pistil
was blind ?
I was waiting, crawling, among
the honeybees. To find the
dawn in the sleeping night. An
absurd dragging of
the summer, when chill was around.
Satish Verma....
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Categories:
tiger moth, art,
Form:
ABC