Weedy Poems - Poems about Weedy

...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......

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... Quite by chance I saw a single, small, white wildflower amid a crush of grass and weeds along the roadside, its presence crowded out by seed heads and space hungry leaves of species honed f......

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...PSYCHEDELIC There was a decade, it was the 60’s I’m sure When everyday things were just a little bit off As if there were rumblings in the earth’s core And when scripted lines gave way to impro......

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... Bubbled in a young man's breath, I glided along the weedy and rock strewn bottom just out from shore, a companion to fish and crustacean, a finned, neoprene clad denizen of the deep. ......

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...Seldom does the morning wake me now Too long has there been a dream of green Foggy with the mist of the sea bay Filled with those small white boats slowly bobbing about here and there Tethered t......

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... Large boulders piled high stretch out into the bay and form a breakwater that shields the beach from high waves and heavy swells rolling in from southerly gales. I have stood there ......

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... Holding onto a rail. I lean over to see my reflection mirrored in the water and small fish swimming in the camouflage of me. I muse whether they are feeding on my thoughts, nibbling on th......

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...The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in community yards lining its borders. But neighborhoods gradually dec......

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

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... 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......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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