Poems about grass


№ 1208867

Buffalo Grass

Buffalo Grass

She came from out of nowhere

And took root in my open heart

Tough as the mid western prairie

Once she got in it was just the start

Heated words never burned her out

She stayed strong waiting for the rain

The tears of fears quench her thirst

Still there even through all the pain

Her words of love kept me fed

When I doubted the reasons

Visions of her Indian dance fill my head

Keeping the beat in my heart

She will always be here even when she goes

Like the millions of years gone past

Her strength and beauty will forever live on

Spreading forever like buffalo grass

Gomer LePoet...

buffalo,  grass.

Author: David Nelson
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208782

The Grass Reports (Rondelet)

The grass reports
Back to she of billfold bulging
The grass reports
Communiques to her resorts
The artful dobber divulging
Details of a cash indulging
The grass reports

grass,  reports.

Author: Elizabeth Squires
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208050

Snake in the Grass

Survivors of the first pattern that feared death
Born a slave to the chain of events binding every breath

This story was written, but the last chapter is torn
All efforts to piece together a story to fit in, but a mirror is all that's ever formed

As your breathe fogs the final pages
Words form like thoughts on shower glass
Take the time to teach those that take time for granted, and maybe then it won't be seen as a snake in the grass

grass,  snake.

Author: Joseph D
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1206655

Glittery grass

Glittery grass I
See, sparkling glistening
With warm sunshine glee

glittery,  grass.

Author: Haiku Donna
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1205257

Artificial Grass

Deceit slithers across the vessel

Embracing the stench

Of the "would-be carcass".

A feast bestowed by

The imminent descent

Awaits to serve

The new peasant king,

Whose realm

Is as torrid

As the desires

That demand

His presence there.

His eternity

Now rubbernecks

The obscene art

Which subsists

Only by gulping

Feverishly on

Delicious torments

And mourns

To witness the

Silent testimony

Of the sullied design

And preventable death.

artificial,  grass.

Author: Naman Bagaria
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204908

Wheat stalk Vs. Grass Blade

My worst fear to
Be traded for fair
For pixie hair, for
Long bony fingers
And an affinity for
Paint being smeared
On jeans. I am



blade,  grass,  stalk,  wheat.

Author: brooke
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1203098

The Leaves Of The Trees And The Grass Of The Plains

And again I found myself laying underneath the sun and above the shattered oak leaves.
Dressing the ground on a cold Autumn day, these tiny vessels carpet the woodland floor.
I find that we can learn much from the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plain,
I find that if one looks close enough, we really are no different than even these leaves.
Daily we're swept off of our branches and blown into countless differing directions, parting
Parting from one another when our time is decided, knowing not to where we fly.
And just like these leaves, we are truly simple beings, varying in color and size,
But all coming from the same root.
You see I've found, by only watching the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plains,
That once we come to know our roots, the directions we take are no more valuable than the petty pride we often carry.
So here's the deal you see, I really don't have much to say, so listen close.
No one person is better than another, no one person is more important than some other
And this is so, because our roots are the same.
As the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plains of this earth in which we inhabit,
We must come to realize that our leaves are not what matters, but the fruit we produce.
We must come to realize yes, that without healthy fruits of love and peace and kindness
Our tree is but merely a sore sight to those looking upon our arboretum from outside

grass,  leaves,  plains,  trees.

Author: Mason Webster
Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1202846

Grass and a flower phase.

There were flowers.
There was grass.

Flowers were supposed to love the grass.
This flower liked the grass and the flowers.

This flower never told anyone else that she liked the flowers too.

So her flower friends talked about
The flowers who liked other flowers.

Not in bad ways
But in ways that made them seem odd.

One of her flower friends told her that this
Was the weirdest.
You see some flowers just liked flowers and
Some grass just liked grass
But this kind liked both.
Why can't they pick one?

This flower didn't know what to do.
Because she was one of them.
So she agreed with her flower friends
Saying things like
I know what you mean

She told herself that she wasn't one.
She kept trying
The more she thought about it
The more feelings she developed.

Lately these feelings have been growing
Deeper in the roots of her soil.

She doesn't understand.
She doesn't know how to tell her
Family tree
Or her flower friends.

She's afraid they won't understand.
They won't.
Because even the flower herself
Doesn't understand.

So for now
The flower can't tell her flower
Friends or family.

And she's waiting to see
If this is a phase.

Which she really hopes
Is just that

A phase.

flower,  grass,  phase.

Author: Margaret
Date: 31/03/2020