Spore Poems - Poems about Spore

...Wind touches the earth. Pushing a branch, and jiggling a leaf, sometimes to points of breaking both. Forcing an umbrella to push sideways against it, or a wing to twist to stay steady. Sending a jagg......Read More

... Written: November 24, 2023 _____________________________________________ Seraphic sand is sapped on the seashore As swirling waters swallowed the load roar. The roiling ......Read More

...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who s......Read More

...Once upon a night so bleak, frozen silent laid the creek -- air of death, pushed, swore and swore...as if were fists pounded the frail, wood door; shutters noised, bolting and banging; metal ......Read More

...Sands covering the shore Crawled the whole island by pore Sands playing with bliss and more Scrawled one big island and spore One lump of sand Walked throughout the land A bag of white sand ......Read More

...Why aren't words spilled, have voices stilled? Our protest songs barely a squeak. Have we grown inured to a hateful world, now rest on our laurels, so to speak. Does a hate virus pour an infect......Read More

...Indelible link to a bygone event, one clutches with foolproof recall, of cerulean cloud-ridden sky, on that pivotal day I penned my first opus, I strolled at a leisurely pace, down this charmin......Read More

...Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 untimely death sentence ordained approximately six months prior to mother dearest celebrating her seventieth birthday, though the ......Read More

...I’ve never really seen a toad sitting on a toadstool. A cheating mushroom farmer has bad morel character. I wonder what your life is like if that’s what you call fun, gus? Edible, y......Read More

...This day the morning has not spoken Cradled in earthly arms life remains still, The great peace the east promised broken After the raging fire an ice age chill, The sky a blanket of radiation ......Read More

...The last trailing tendril filaments of moon beams nocturnally trace fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark, whence upon celestial runners, the approach of dawn's early light illuminated terrestr......Read More

...Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical In ......Read More

...Briars scrape my flailing hand, a fly drones overhead. Prickly hedges drip with beads of squashed black fruit basking in a sticky sun-lit mist. Down this quaint unearthly country lane I tread. S......Read More

...The race for life Once I was a spore trying to reach the ovaries I ran fast (must have been athletic) and won the race to be a living breathing human. Had the spore lost it would not make, any......Read More

...This nonestablishmentarian (Iman) kant riff! Otherwise titled as: Thanksgiving nothing more'n gobbledygook we stuff ourselves with. Mine suburban outpost approximately thirty seven plus mile......Read More