Pond Poems - Poems about Pond

A late March thundershower floats toward me Like a plucked flower Handed over on a walk to a lover With a smile Down this afternoon path That breezes past Spring-born ponds Erupting Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting In a wave of Gnawa music. The surface Puckers Diacritic raindrops Slowly Softly Each plop and their purple ripple Has not enough splash To generate an echo From the reedy shore. The storm not so...

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POND QUEEN Ducks may rule the pond, but there's a lily pad throne where a queen frog sits. while rock-throwing kids scare ducks, the frog queen quietly sits there:-...

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Playground for the waterfowl, Other creatures swim there too, like the fish and frog. Not a place for humans to swim, because it's gross! Delightful to watch nature's own playground. ...

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elegant swimmer swan ballet of grace on pond sun bathed wing looks blond...

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Life calling can be heard, like the still frog contemplating sound or the absence of sound; does it jump into water or into the sound of water when it jumps because there is no sound, no companionship there by the old pond? ...

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If displaced, found nowhere, but in water of the retention pond, no longer in V-formation, nowhere in the bluest sky, however, beneath and at the behest of angels, ruled by God, it is my greenest eyes that you swim in, as I...

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A STILLED POND Once a wet playground, A ducks' and frogs' Disneyland! Now quiet and stilled:- Winter is no friend to ponds; freezing out their livelihoods:- ...

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The town pond was drained, revealing minnows wriggling in the residual water they milled and turned in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descended out of a troubled sky, they walked among the writhing small fry plucked out the little fish employing just the tip of their great beaks as if sensible of the delicacy of such morsels. Dark clouds foretold a storm, strange...

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The waters of the pond drying Dissolving into misty thin vapours. In a few days, The pond. will become bare. But the distant clouds shifted paths Flew to other directions. In the shallow depths of the pond Fishes dart swiftly Gleaming through the waning stream. But O wandering clouds, Where have you flown?...

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Wild eyed I wade through reflections, as I unhook from the moon. Branches become nets, become veins, that drape from entangling limbs. Harmless mistakes, underscored a hundredfold, creating cracks in the Earth. My feet still find the pond floor. The water as dangerous as my thoughts - yet...

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A moon-lit day End of Fall The Sun an unseen presence Far down south-west Behind some silver cloud Maples showering gold On a lengthening walkway Lovely as the Milky Way A young couple in embrace On a lonely bench Hush, hush, silent speech Tip-toe vagrant breeze A teenage cutie In Halloween fancy Of rainbow hues Floats her way Did the trees around Send her down With their sliding leaves? Time in lethargy The skies in...

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The gentle ripples Glistening in the stillness Going with the flow ...

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Sitting and enjoying nature at one of its best moments The morning fog after nightly frost; what a natural process Frost covered a lot of surfaces; my favorite is the thaw The sun shine to rise from above shining through the tree leaves Heating below as the frosty blades of grass starts to melt into wet dew The fog covered...

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The quietest pond that waited for its ducks to fly back is finally alive....

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In Grandma's house it was always fun and gay, It always was a sunny day, Going through that old front door, Grandma calling do you want some more, Come and have a cup of tea, Have a biscuit, no take three. Grandpa is out by his pond. Watching his goldfish of who he is very fond, Auntie is there shelling peas, And Grandma's made...

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