#mushrooms

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  • in_fragments 11w

    Everything is alot right now, I woke up one morning and October was gone. I keep seeing interesting mushrooms on my walks lately though, so that's been cool, wish I could show you.
    #pod #poem #autumn #fall #haikus #mushrooms @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    AUTUMN HAIKUS

    Gray skies contrast this
    orange, red, green, and yellow
    time, rich with color.
    ~
    Trees breathe with the wind,
    wanting to say hello, and
    reach out to hug you.
    ~
    Fall wind and fresh scent,
    unlike any smell man made,
    hasten- savor them!
    ~
    Mushrooms in the dirt,
    see their wild and compelling
    caps- perhaps poison?
    ~
    Mushroom caps; some smooth,
    some spotted, some resembling
    cheese, with many holes...
    ~
    These mushrooms are red
    and bright, like large ladybugs,
    stout atop fall leaves.
    ~
    Dandelions, quick
    to grow and blow away, seeds
    fly 'til they meet soil.
    ©in_fragments

  • benny_lambchop 24w

    Fluid motions
    Natural interpretations
    Concepts are ideas
    Intangible and ineffable
    Displayed out to me
    Vision connected to thought
    Body know how to move
    Word is hard
    Thought is good
    Thought feel nice
    Identity adopted from others
    Heritage unlearned
    Culture created me
    It can be different
    I am not alone
    We are breathing
    Knowledge is intangible
    We prescribe it value
    Constructed by our perception
    Blinded to the reality
    Destruction impending
    Perhaps accepted
    Death of fresh air
    Clean water
    Abundant food
    I should get out more

    #wod #writersbay #writersnetwork #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersofmirakee #shrooms #psychology #original #mushrooms #darkpoetry #mypoetry #poetrynetworking #societyofpoetry #englishpoetry #poetryisntdead #urbanpoetry #naturepoetry #poetrylovers✒️ #selfpoetry #modernpoetry #poetryimages #concretepoetry #queerpoetry #soulpoetry #mentalhealthpoetry #globalpoetrycult #deeppoetry #poetryspeaks #poetrysocietry #avantgarde #weird #life #person #trans #enby #love you #thankyou #graditude

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    8/2/21

    Fluid motions
    Natural interpretations
    Concepts are ideas
    Intangible and ineffable
    Displayed out to me
    Vision connected to thought
    Body know how to move
    Word is hard
    Thought is good
    Thought feel nice
    Identity adopted from others
    Heritage unlearned
    Culture created me
    It can be different
    I am not alone
    We are breathing

  • missfortunes 97w

    Miss Perception: Artificial

    I remember
    The mushrooms
    & How much
    I loved your face
    The hollow glow
    Of a black lit room
    & the way
    That they made
        You taste
    ©missfortunes

  • paulsweeney_ 144w

    mushrooms

    mushrooms in a field.
    arnt they just magic?
    onions underground.
    arnt they fantastic?

    peppers hanging bell shaped.
    arnt they majestic?
    neeps knee deep in soil.
    arnt they perfection?

    sprouts perfectly round.
    arnt they delicious?
    scallies standing proud.
    arnt they prolific?

    tatties deep underground.
    arnt they fantastic?
    runner beans swaying.
    arnt they eratic?

    pumpkin frankly huge.
    arnt they stupendous?
    mottled dirty beetroot.
    arnt they horendous?

    broccoli shaped like trees.
    arnt they so green?
    smelly dirty garlic.
    arnt they obscene?

  • mrgrey 144w

    #mushrooms jokes and reality

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    Haters and Mushrooms

    If your not about it,then it's not for you
    get off my mushroom tip with the nonsense,only real one's can sit at the table and feast on spaghetti.
    ©mrgrey

  • ancelmondia 146w

    The poem Mushrooms by Margaret Atwood presents a description of growth and process of life, specifically of mushrooms. The first part of the poem that begins with the line "In this moist season, mist on the lake and thunder afternoons in the distance" describes the setting of the narration. In the next lines, the poet describes the growth and process of life of mushrooms with the use of literary devices such as simile and metaphor as she writes "they ooze up through the earth during the night, like bubbles, like tiny bright red balloons filling with water" and "fist-sized suns dulled to the colors of embers, poisonous moons, pale yellow". Through the use of simile and metaphor to describe the mushrooms, the poet creates clear and vibrant imagery. The next part of the poem begins with a question "Where do they come from?" that is answered by the next lines that tell a story of creation. The poet describes the process by stating that it begins with thunderstorm. The mushrooms in this part of the poem are being compared to flowers as the poet writes "These are their flowers, these fingers reaching through darkness to the sky". The comparisons made to the mushrooms and other elements of nature strengthen the concept of the shared qualities of the natural world, that though the elements of nature are distinguished from one another, they remain to have similarities that make up the identity of the natural world. The next part of the poem tells about the ways how mushrooms sustain their life as the poet writes "They feed in shade, on halfleaves as they return to water, on slowly melting logs, deadwood" that shows the reality of the interconnectedness of life that the elements of nature exist together and their existence help one another to prolong their life. As the poem continues, the other qualities of mushrooms are written such as "They glow in the dark sometimes. They taste of rotten meat or cloves or cooking steak or bruised lips or new snow" that awakens the sense of sight and taste. The next part of the poem gives an impression that the story narrated by the poet is her personal observation as she directly speaks her mind to the readers by the line "It isn't only for food I hunt them but for the hunt" that makes the readers think that the poet feels a profound connection with mushrooms that strengthens the idea of interconnectedness. As the poem Mushrooms is being concluded, the poet in her last stanza seems offering the poem as she offers mushrooms. The last part of the poem gives an idea that the poet reaches out her deep appreciation of the interconnectedness of life to her readers.
    ©ancelmondia

  • glassescactus 161w

    Trip through the grime

    A slug slides through leaves and muck.
    A worm wiggles at the rain.
    And here I am with the worms and the slugs
    Writhing my body in the mud,
    Fungi reaching out above.

    I think, "I am as small as a fairy."
    I think, "I am as dirty as a pig."
    I think, "I am as ugly as a human."

    These thoughts slide all over my body.
    My brain doesn't know it is producing them.
    I poured my consciousness out along the path that led me here.

    Wiggling,
    slithering,
    sliding,

    In the mud and muck,
    In grease and grime,

    And I think, "What the fuck
    am I doing?"
    ©glassescactus

  • geethalakshmi 185w

    Mushrooms

    Even though, their
    existence, is for a
    short period of time,
    they're giving
    their level best.
    ©geethalakshmi