Short Uproot Poems
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Springtime forgotten
Clouds release winter memories
While gale force winds
Uproot sunshine desires
Like shallow rooted trees
Easy to uproot
When you never planted love
Just some fake gemstones
Posed as pearls till the morning
She wakes up lonely and learns
sycamore trees
uproot
themselves
To
walk among
the
graves
to
dwell inside
the
souls of men
and
walk
Among the graves
Beauty exists in spite of the news
Majority of us are still hard-working dudes
The current scum at the top
Will be swiped with a mop
Wiped clean until finally we uproot
Thistles create
neat purple blooms
but their stalks are prickly.
Grabbed near the ground
thistles will uproot
with little damage
to fingers and thumb.
It’s rising in the world
that makes them so nasty.
Kenya’s Goddess came in hard and fast
With wind that ruffled the grasses of the savannas
The trees felt her presence and cringed
Wondering if she would uproot them
She is all powerful they warned the animals
The lions stayed to watch, but the meerkats hid
Kenya’s Goddess came in hard and fast
With wind that ruffled the grasses of the savannas
The trees felt her presence and cringed
Wondering if she would uproot them
She is all powerful they warned the animals
The lions stayed to watch, but the meerkats hid
Ocean gales and tidal shift
Pounding
Basalt and sandstone mountains
Boulders
Rocks tumble into pebbles
Mighty trees
Uproot and splinter in Neptune's fury
Under my feet,
Crumbled remains of life
Ground to dust by the unrelenting ocean
Walking barefoot on tiny shards of glass
Can you rise above yourself
to live and speak the truth
Can your parts reform and shun
a past you now uproot
Can you become that special someone
while others look askance
Can the lie you’ve lived before today
—get one last second chance
(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2018)
The most brutal of storms ,
have not the courage to uproot the kindest hearts ,
.
The most violent rains ,
could soak you ,
couldn't dampen the soul .
.
And what keeps me going
is my burning desire ,
to live , to love, to dream,
.
As it was all left burning bright into flames,
after the strongest of winds died out.
Adam and Eve, the parents of you, me and Steiner
Defy God’s wish, go to market, and buy a strainer
They strain the streaming sin from the fruit
the fibres remain, the seeds to uproot
They yell Ha the sin’s out seeds out we’re free,no-brainer
R-ise of the sun begins,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
E-arly morn February third
L-ets the cold night pass by.
B-ountiful Friday has come,
E-vening haze has vanished;
L-onely twilight ends,
A-s the shadows diminish,
N-o more tufts to mow,
G-rass so wild you uproot;
E-xpect a plentiful land,
L-et the vine bear fruit.
Jealousy finally persuades her victims,
Making them resort to the evilest deeds
No good words or plausible maxims
Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds.
Once planted in the cold weakened heart
They mature as suspicions and doubt,
Raising a strong impenetrable rampart
Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.
Written October 9, 2021
The wind can make a sailboat glide
And keep a kite afloat,
Help homes to be electrified;
Give yards a blossom coat.
Yet wind can also uproot trees
And send their branches flying,
Cause boats to capsize on the seas;
Set fields of crops to dying.
From gentle breeze to raging gust,
A whisper or a squall,
Even from indoors, we must
Be held within its thrall.
In order to discourage birds
From building nearby nests,
Some owners place a row of spikes
To bar unwanted guests.
But crows and magpies, cleverly,
Uproot those spiky things
And use them in the homes they make
To shelter those with wings.
The very tools that humans thought
Would keep the birds at bay,
Our feathered friends employ
To keep their enemies away.
Some see a scrubby, stunted wood;
the pure heart sees a pond.
A vision cast into the could -
the gift to look beyond…
And though the plan has not converged
quite fully in my head,
I simply can’t resist the urge
to rend, uproot, and shred.
Reclaiming bits of Eden, I
clear out the brambled vines.
Creation and destruction, by
this, briefly are aligned.
I cringe at thought of another storm
that will uproot new plants of morning
until my roof and my home
will become more weak than my days.
But I can wish for the midnight sun
to come and glow behind the ridges
of the hills seen through clear waters
where another hope begins;
perhaps,
another tomorrow after the rain.
Sept 3, 2015
What is Randomling Contest
For: Mary Oliver Rotmann
Welcome, my hodgepodge, vicious friend,
no need to breathe at my window.
In less than a day you intend
to shatter it with a raged blow.
No cause to slobber like a brute
turning fall bright leaves into boats,
nor drive my maples to uproot
daring them to morph into floats.
Mind your manners please, you’re my guest,
throwing rubbish around is rude
(and childish at the very best).
Do your best to contain your mood.
Sunweed
Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed,
a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed.
Mimicking society using others resources to feed,
erected thick headed sunlight thief of greed...
Metaphorically speaking, this I do believe,
a sunflowered populace thrives to deceive.
Just as a flower unable to uproot and leave,
starving in the shadow behind this weed it grieves...
basic leaves,in the sea of fall.come one,come all.the total paul bunions need to sprung
one,uproot the base of leaves, a tree,might number 43.the disease is to please,shade is a-
ok.the rays of the sun blocked by life begun.the leaves.what a beautiful thing.sing a
song.praise along.the night is on the river nile.i search for crocodiles.all because i wrote
poems about the leaf,and how it believes,things should be.
Eyes draped in black,
The Scale of Justice, stark and exact,
Struggles with truth and fairness,
In a land where might eclipses righteousness.
Justice delayed, where should we start?
An alchemist’s touch to mend every part.
Government's hollow promises,
Culprits evade without consequences.
Corruption ingrained in every root,
A Herculean task to uproot,
Marks the end of democracy,
And the rise of nation's hypocrisy.
When hate tries to uproot
the seed love has planted,
it stays deeply embedded in the soil;
growing and flourishing.
When hate engenders drought,
love falls like rain
The panacea to hate is love.
Submitted for...
Strand Select U,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/19/2020
Date written: 09/14/2019
It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man
who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency
yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor
when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear
I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten
yet I do not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour
The wise I asked:
"How could I, my life, ever be able to enrich?"
"If your desires, ready are you, to minimize
And
The greed from your heart, willing are you to uproot
Then
Riches beyond your wildest dreams, your heart
May realize. " he enigmatically replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 December 2015
There was a cryptic message
about a demise at the roof top
of a tree.
Blue sky would whip it up to a cock
on an ornate cloud of an ego
for a free fall from the moon.
Give leverage to the silence of a cudgel
to uproot the bristle from a face
of a fear; there was an ominous warning.
Ancestors of jar will pour out the honey
on emptiness of a truth
about the fiction of a planet.
Nose for nose, battle was on,
between tank and toe,
hand and pen.
SATISH VERMA
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