Short Tumbleweed Poems

a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts...

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disengage and roam

a dry desolate journey

a rhythmic chance , found..........

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Prarie
Tumbleweed ball
Dust dances across plain
Lightning Polka ignites boardwalk
Wildfire...

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The brown tumbleweed
rolling across the desert
dances to a tune
beside the running rabbit.
They always gig together....

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WESTERN WINDS

Alaskan huskies
sense the breeze combing the park ~
tumbleweed hairballs

9/26/2017...

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off goes loose aged moss
nomad of sprawling bandlands ~
carried by the wind



Date written: 01/31/2021...

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Sad cacti envy
my nomadic mystery
wanderer
leaving no traces
of ever
having been
there


©9/23/2018

for LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST...

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thorns +thistles are our curse,
bramble +tumbleweed,our chore;
likewise our lives,
streessed with strain,
heartache +pain;
'til resurrection bodies
in a twinkle,one day regain...

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Shallow roots, always thumbing a ride on a breeze 
                      A natural born drifter, the west wind is your ticket
                                  A nomad's heart and a gypsy soul...

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So much depends upon.
The tumbleweed.

Delicate and lonely.
The tumbleweed.

Lonesome and dead.
The tumbleweed.

Sanded and lifeless.
The tumbleweed.

We can restore.
The tumbleweed....

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A tumbleweed Poet,
Mariah’s delight

The wind for a mistress,
the future in flight

A rambling Sage
with a heart full of why

Forgetting the past
—this moment defies 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)...

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Reckless tumbleweed
hurries across forgotten graves
of those who toiled through despair
and anguish
fighting drought and famine
depression and unemployment
heat and cold
locusts and dust storms
daily uncertainty......

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He carries his life inside a backpack;
 Tumbleweed rolling off beaten track.



A New Crystalline - Any Theme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 03/03/2023...

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How I long for the tumbleweed, rich prairie soil,
green stains on my jeans from the long, juicy grass,
the songs of the frogs, my father's deep voice, 
my mother's goulash, my innocent youth
and a rain water bath.

How I long for my childhood, my magical past....

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I tossed a poem away today
a crumpled wad of tortured thought
it shivers on a city street
trampled under passing feet
no longer has it eyes to feed
poetically a tumbleweed
broken, twisted, lonesome thought
wondering why it was tossed. 


John G. Lawless
©8/3/2019...

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my mind drifts...a tumbleweed in the wind
blowing across open desert
bouncing over past thoughts
briefly lingering in prickly places
unsettled dreams with thorny consequence
aimless is the trail it wonders
spiny twigs left as memories fail
a trail of broken remembrances in hot sand...

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Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West....

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Always depended on the wind to carry me where i needed to go,
 never expected one day that it would not blow, 
a tumbleweed without a home 
needs a breeze to help move it along
 'coz if it sits still to long,
 a fire is ignited by the scorching sun, 
and where there once was one,
 now there is none...

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it's wrong
to want to kill
your muse?
 
drown it 
like an unwanted 
puppy
bury it deep, somewhere 
in the desert
where essences rot, decomposing
the way they left your soul
 
dry
arid dusting with the tumbleweed
wherever the wind decides to move you
 
then SMACK, stuck on the grill of a semi
barreling on through...

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Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.

There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,

with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured

cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands that
intermingle in your felted hair?...

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As you read this, I have gone. 
After all, I belong somewhere in nowhere. 

When you are by the sea, or on a mountain site, 
Think of me, even just for a brief moment. 
Then, my soul will be set free.

Don’t be sad. 
When fairytale comes true, you will see me again. 
Through a cloud floating in the sky, or in a leaf whistling by .....

I am leaving now; it is time to say goodbye....

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Ether’s 88 where ya going 
Behind her locked gate 
Caught shy my freedoms 
My baiting the idioms 
My came from extensions...
Is it ever too late?
Going easy with tumbleweed
Boarding space beyond dreams 
Rejecting all cultural greed’s
And creeds the world bleeds...
Is it ever about beauty creams?
Vapour your gate
It’s never too late
Open your mind
Be kind
Tumble me
Shine!...

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Spiky hair,
brittle waves,
porcupine,
hedgehog,
spiny Anteater,
echidna.

A kid
growing up
prickly.
The long tongues
of children
gibe him sharp.

Tumbleweed in the schoolyard.
Can’t tread him down.
Hurts are on the surface
like frozen
alphabet spaghetti.

Thorns and barbs,
jagged Jeers,
quills quietly quivering
the quarry -
face tucked
into his heart....

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Quarry mine in the presents of His glory
Rocky mountain are the stairwell to the heaven

Key lime pie to the sky
Green light deep dark world

This be the story
Tumbleweed embracing Plymouth Rock laden

Sparkle wild huckleberry flies
The sparrow tours

I repented soul changed in mid Glory
Spirit risen rises to the Holy of Holies


11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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I was drifting through life resembling a tumbleweed,
Encountering life's challenges at each unseen bend.
Just tumbling along paying things little heed
Propulsion provided by each day's prevailing wind.

My vision was clouded and I had a misplaced trust
My thoughts became consumed by things past tense.
My armor, never shiny, was now devoured by rust
Cancer was my stopper, not some barbwire fence....

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