Short Tropics Poems
Short Tropics Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tropics by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tropics by length and keyword.
Palm trees uprooted-
mad waves from shoreline avenge
nature's graciousness
Haiku in the Tropics: Julia Ward
27th Sept 2018
Fresh
From the
Tropics comes
Sweet coconuts
Crack them open and
Drink their nectar
Ambrosia
In a
Shell.
in the rain forest
whip-like tendrils spiral trees
racing to the sun
25/09/18
'haiku in the tropics' contest sponsored by Julia Ward
Warm sandy beaches
Ocean waves, palm trees swaying...
On the bucket list
Contest: Haiku in the Tropics
Sponsor: Julia Ward
9/27/18
Some affirm
tropics are sad
as well as railway stations.
Believe.
The choice is for
all those who passed by.
And for a Communion
(with
a rose).
My dream futuristic city
My city in the heavenly tropics
My walled Indian city on Venus
My city with tropical flowers
Luxury condo buildings with white balconies.
Carribean Eden
Frolicking in the shallows
Marveling at the sights
Haiku in the Tropics Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date written and posted: 09/23/2018
azure ocean waves
cascade against fervent tides-
florid oasis
Haiku in the Tropics Contest
Julia Ward
September 27, 2018
The frozen north has never appealed to me
Was born to live in the tropics near the sea
Eighty-six years of cold
On a tropic isle I'm sold
Love wearing my pretty lei golly gee
pink plumeria
fragile and delicate wisps
hawaii twilight
Written 9-24-2018 Haiku in the Tropics Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
lavender~ aqua
saffron~ crimson and celeste
hanging loose above
Sept.23.2018
Haiku in the Tropics
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Placed 1'st Premiere Contest
Sept.28.2018
calling butterflies to the tropics
orchids, hibiscus, bromeliad, clivia,
lovely red hot cattails
raring to show off their flamboyancy
brilliant colors
fragrance usually only found in the tropics
welcome monarchs!
In the cooler landscapes
it seems frost and icy spells
In the tropics its now
the hot sunshiny phase
Yet the dells look fabulous
whether quilted in snow
or bright green carpets
Nature can be spicy hot
or icing on cake.
Awaiting rain pours
Arid lands seek God's goodness*
Alarmed midst warm breeze
Ailing for green grass carpet
Aim now for harvest venture.
*Psalm 52:1 … The goodness of God endureth continually.
Listen to poem:
birds of tropics
spread your wings
with divine grace
and vivid color
come to life
free your gleeful
cries of bounty
in lavish sea of
vibrant greens
closest thing
to paradise
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
tropical summer
tropical summer
hitting humid hot hammer.
heat trapped caught yields drought.
09/25/18
'Haiku in the Tropics' contest by Julia Ward
steady warming sun
shimmering waves cresting spray
flock of flying fish
September 24th 2018
For Julia Ward's
Haiku in the Tropics
Poetry Contest
heaven’s rain showers
vanquish humidity’s wrath…
great harvest*-bounty!
*Jeremiah 5:24 ...The LORD our God, ... giveth rain, both the former and the latter, in his season: he reserveth unto us the appointed weeks of the harvest.
September 25, 2018
a river sprite’s at play tonight
chasing fireflies above a stream
meandering through the tropics
where royal palms’ crowns genuflect
moonlight and pixie dust glow on ripples
the great horned owl wakes and stretches his wings
*Written March 5, 2017 for Rick's River Contest
Enthralled by this alluring sight,
Locals slaver from my sultry delight
Glossy laurels of evergreen,
Living embodiment of a queen
In the tropics I'm mostly adored,
Even dream up of tales and lore
Craves the taste of my luscious like
Tickles lips, this succulent ripe
Throughout the years, three decades old
Still covered with peels of gold.
This is a poem about loss -
The sun and songbirds rose,
to see the snowshell soften,
to see the light less low,
to see the tropics-green
crocus leaf
spear! rebelliously!
through the thick and the heavy
white.
Green, all but forgot these last months.
Life, all but without faith these last months.
The sun and songbirds and greens rose,
this day.
like a hungry monster
devastating was the earthquake
swallowing Haiti
leaving total destruction in it's wake
the dead and dying lay about
from Port Au Prince to Leogane
mass graves being dug
while this tropical island screams in agony
the warm winds of desperation
blow along the severed highways
sad souls stranded without food and water
hoping to see another day
Form:
We are Leaves
We are like leaves that fall from trees
As wombs contract with pains of labor
And portraits of heroes are venerated
By those who weathered the storm
It’s proved young Africans are leaves
Leaves that fall but go back not
Leaves that have on destiny- the soil
Season that emerges new leaves grow
But they too shade off and disappear
Like fog in the rising hot sun of the tropics
In the tropics I have held temptation,
By its tail not to pluck beauty pieces,
Orchids in play with the coleus leaves,
Ever green bottle palms and ferns in relief;
Twined creepers as they toss in the moist breeze,
Provoke colorful beak birds to observe,
Natural life as it flowers freely;
Beckons all to the "Bird Of Paradise";
If only one could paint in color hues;
Could he play havoc with these wild beauties?
Shades Of Grey
Shades of grey look the other way
shades of orange
breathe on the basket ball league
Across from its charitable disease
Awake from the day
shelter display across the way
work hard from the tropics
hero's stem around it moist
cost of beauty
cover it all its best
in the midst of its pain
no matter what we each face
onto a joyous plant
so honey here we go
a given chance by which to let go & grow