Treasure Island

Michael Witkowski

(14 July 1973 / Berent)

Lush milk cow meads


Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk

but in summer haze,
in summer drought-
Earth grows 80s cool
blonde hair

wind waves hair
a grass hairdo unsettled
copious source
for white flow

creamy bland sweet
noone sees through it

preternatural drink
for a man but he
harvests fruits of beings
which he defeated

i hear a loud outrageous cry
startle the walls and trees
how dare you think of
human milk industry

cows moon-walk
on Earth's punk hairdo
agricultural marketing agency
lauded the moon-walk in elation.

Submitted: Friday, February 18, 2005
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: hair, summer, moon, green, wind, tree

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Lush milk cow meads by Michael Witkowski )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. SYNC 10 WORD, Beryl Dov
  2. First meeting, Kristopher DeLander
  3. Hope, Kristopher DeLander
  4. Silence Is A Beauty To Endure, Monk E. Biz
  5. Home, Kindred velarde
  6. Why? Why? Why?, Praghyanjali Pal
  7. I Cannot At Will Summon The Tone Of Beauty, Shalom Freedman
  8. O, God, Neela Nath
  9. The Seed of Greatness, Silas Egbowon
  10. Metamorphosis, Musfiq us shaleheen

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]