Weedy Poems - Poems about Weedy

... Written: February 23, 2024 Rumi Quote: “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.”- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Line of i......Read the rest...

... life … lived parenthetically - impulses placed like black boots in soft sand, stumbling … betting a fool’s hope that it leads … SOMEwhere … or garners a courtly chuckle (if perhaps by ac......Read the rest...

...Sometimes words are magnets stuck to your heart in melody, prophesy, promise: true or false. Sometimes words are puff-balls on weedy-stalks: whispering things that blow away on a breath. S......Read the rest...

... Unseasonal rain has kept the small pond half full of water. More than a hundred tadpoles crowd its weedy shallows which, by now, would normally be a dried out bed of sludge cracking u......Read the rest...

...It came, piercing the bright air above the garden with a sudden presence, the first dragonfly of the season. It darted and hovered over me, glistening in a spellbinding grid of movement. W......Read the rest...

...Blow, Winds, Blow Blow, winds, from the thick, suffocating heat of the steamy tropics, from the arid deserts of the high plateaus and frigid steppes of Asia. Blow from the eastern seas ......Read the rest...

...the toads do not dive they plop into the scummy pond pale green bellies floating beneath them like airbags they paddle and back-stroke through the weedy water as slow as inflatable boats whe......Read the rest...

...the gray green frogs that often silently squat as still as bricks and blocks around the pear-shaped garden pond are frisky restless they plop in and out of the weedy water boasting bigly as......Read the rest...

...Ranking best health and safety options, Our Project Team revisits potential resources directions options Win/Win inclusive, Win/Lose defensive, Lose/Lose mutually degenerative destruction ......Read the rest...

...Crabs tip toe along the bottom daintily picking at morsels with their crushing claws. This is an arena for carnivores, creatures made for tearing flesh, or picking carcasses clean with a kiss. ......Read the rest...

...bouncy … finger curls dangle like ornaments from her brow, kissed by a breeze like the hem of daddy’s flag, casket-draped, shaped to mask it in cold redemption - contempt for the valor was......Read the rest...

...The holiday cabin smelled of wet pigeons but it was lakeside and cheap. The lake was not popular, too deep and weedy for swimming, too shallow for docking boats, yet it suited our make-do mind......Read the rest...

...I'm a tangling weed, always have been. I am the blot on a fine painting, Beautiful people stampede when I blow my nose. I mess up the too tidy, stick out like a crow in a cage for a cannery, M......Read the rest...

...Sunlight barely makes it down to where I am and what comes is filtered through silt and the run-off from drains dribbling along the river's length. Dark shapes circle, never quite forming in......Read the rest...

...Trust should flow like the river – Wide and deep, not turbulent, dangerous, murky, or dirty- no not like the deep weedy sea- Trust should be like a summer breeze- an unasked-for sneeze- ......Read the rest...