Grass Poems - Poems about Grass

...Under the pensive skies, where stars weave dreams, In the depth of daily existence that seems constrained, Do not lament the poverty of the day, do not condemn it; Tell yourself that you are not p......Read the rest...

...Under leaden skies and wandering moments, I have roamed through empty lands and silent hills, I am old with time and lost dreams, But I will find where she has gone, in the endless universe. I wi......Read the rest...

...Dense stone pins soft grass indicating importance giving gravitas ......Read the rest...

...Poem written for "A Cheery Etheree Poetry Contest," Tania Kitchin, sponsor 5/28/2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ one golden clear morning my vision broke I could see clearly the b......Read the rest...

...The abandoned Mansion was once owned by the Adams Family. They were doing a terrific business in their lumberyard at the time. Day laborers who were not busy were sent over to build their home. It......Read the rest...

..."I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22 The compass whirrs. North toward rock, south toward sand. East toward ice, and west toward river. Like a game of spin the bottl......Read the rest...

...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

...In a great, entangled forest, stands a metal monster— An impossibility of nature, made by man. Alone; Broken—it looms over all things natural And asserts its right over the creatures that belong. ......Read the rest...

...In the hush of a May morning, I wander through the murmurs of a forgotten meadow, where time weaves through the tall grass, and the stones speak softly of the past. Old, weathered headstones, s......Read the rest...

... Lunar nymphs crawl out my ear Tickle songs ... at a midnight fair Fill their cans with Crystal Clear Drink up the moon, giggles flare It's time to play on grass for hair Running 'round witho......Read the rest...

...It's one of those nights The moon hoards its light Fireflies taking stage Lighting life into our gasping breaths. Stars whispered known secrets To the cool, quiet breeze Grass beneath the she......Read the rest...

...REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers is a family lined horizontal to the father. This is as close as they’ve b......Read the rest...

...My dad is mowing the grass. Along with the other dads- Seemingly everyone is mowing at once. Wearing cargo shorts and sandals, like all dads do. Buzzing from the lawnmowers. Does not stop me fr......Read the rest...

...Jack sits in the wheelchair in the grass a rebel nerd, he thinks of the time when he cycled up Teton Pass by a stream through walls of pine Obsessed, this viewpoint vampire his memory full of ......Read the rest...