Short Turf Poems
Short Turf Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Turf by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Turf by length and keyword.
Expressing
digesting
protesting
frustratedly stifled.
Projecting
rejecting
infecting
frustratedly rifled.
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Posted six days ago, hope that counts :)
Lonely Blue Ocean
breaks the abiding gold sands....
surf and turf mingle
under clear undaunted skies---
blue moon fades to sunlit gold.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
He flew his kite on a strange turf
With lighting you can expect the worst
The lighting took him along
The kite’s grip got strong
Snatched him out into the universe
turf shakes right through;
agreements ahead first lights;
orb winds bounty moves ;
4/14/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Sliding the jet black blinds
The shafts of light appear
A laser show on turf
Shines like a chandelier
A divine portrayal
Day starts with this premier
PLACE: 2nd
Blood diamonds or war diamonds
Diamonds that bleed and saturate the earth
As men killed and enslave to protect his turf
A taste only the meek shall inherit.
Blood diamonds !
Hard disk,
My bisque.
Doc files,
Spread miles.
Drum Tunes,
Spiked dunes.
Surf gem,
Turf mem.
Tough chat,
Loved stat.
Pict list,
Deft mist.
Top space,
Set face.
Though it gets lots of water,
our grass on clay dirt yellows;
stubborn thorny weeds reside. . . .
where might I buy turf?
For Francine Robert's Contest:
"Flowers, trees, grass, or bees"
I lay on the turf
one night
I turned the
sky upside down
And into a black sea
and rode a canoe
And paddled and saw
myriad phosphorescence below
Twinkling one after
Another and so on . . .
Form:
The dreamy lovers walk
And gaze at Earth -
A pretty marble ball.
Their home since birth,
This dreary lunar base,
So lacking mirth.
But, oh, imagine turf
Or kissing by a firth.
for Lisa's contest, 21st April
Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.
Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.
Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen.
It was a turf war.
The moon was booby-trapped
by clouds.
*
An electronic
claws holds you to the
chest of night.
*
From flesh
to flesh, I surrender
my nomadic spirit.
Satish Verma
Each day we rise on the right side of the turf, it's a bonus
A whole lot depends on us, on us guys is the onus
No one else is to blame
In this lifelong game
It matters not that we dribble or ashamed of our slowness
stepping on toes
invading territory
moving in on turf
unacceptable
uncomfortable transition
not going to
take laying down
if threatened will
push back
not going to
back down
this is not going
to happen
it will not fly
A thorn in the flesh of the green, green grass
Between the line painted straight,
And sometimes bended.
The reek of the starters gun so black
The bulge of the rippling calves, sometimes slack,
As spikes rip through the blades
Of turf so lovingly tended.
Her silhouette in moonlight’s gaze
accentuates her splendid curves
she dances in moon’s golden glow
feet tiptoe ‘cross the velvet turf
She floats through night’s gentle breeze
as if she were a lullaby
enticing only lovely dreams
amid a velvet midnight sky
CASTRATED
In ebony
air on flight
through night
nothing is
big or too
far off
figuratively
speaking streams
forgetful surf
high pitch screams
sandpits churn
tough turf
a wastage
of
egg rock
inert
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015
~"A Salute to Californians"~
Liberty smiling
Sun, sand, wind, sea, surf rising
People took back turf
May 2, 2020
8:30am PST
William,lived and died in Perth
Buried now in Scottish turf-
Diarist,poet extraodinaire
I do declare...lived a life of pain
Yet..lasting fame lies in his cinquain
tribute to my favourite Scottish poet -William Soutar
See and hear more on my blog today Aug 11th
I nearly trod on it
a deposit on the grass
the remains of a meal
pulled apart.
Little bones and pieces
of life lost
devoured
by whoever
an owl perhaps
but now spread
on the turf
for beetles
and flies -
microbial nutrients.
Creations story
displayed.
As I live within this eve of the fall that I perceive,
the autumn of the world is near but this is not my greatest fear.
The Hope that fails to please the meek,
shall bless the turf that weak men seek.
The Fear dissolves within thine lives,
and paints our eyes some shade of blind.
As i walk on the earth's turbulent turf, Iook back on events that occurred after my
birth. I dealt with what i felt was the worst and starved after being over-worked.
Relationships aren't safe because betrayal lurks. You can't trust what wears
skirts, earrings and carries a purse.
Form:
Private times be still in mind
Longing for the joy you bring
Be in tune to hearts desire
Rays toll tailor made
Drinking favorites saved
Heart to heart
Seconds untouched
Silent hills most treasured turf
Be the Valentine most thought of
Sending this out today
Just to pave the way
Haunting pink cloud wisp afloat
cause for green earth souls to gloat
sun-drenched valley’s red throat whine
tear duct sheds a moist turf pine
blue sky fountain, airborne stream
yellow grass whets spring well dream
haunting pink cloud wisp afloat
Date created and posted : 15 th of July 2021
My sactuary is
my only turf
my weakness..
is the weakness
of my own
personality
serinity and
calmness flow
through me
yet you do not
know what rakes
within
has life and yet
takes no form
A dullness not i
can comprehend
unsettleness of
the mind and soul
And a churning
of the brain.
Form: