Poems I have written
By Grant Smith
Rhymed Couplet
The snowmobile got stuck with a buck and a truck.
Blank verse
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Limerick
There was an Old Man of Nantucket.
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, called Nan.
Ran away with a man.
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
Cinquain
Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath.
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent.
The snow!
Free verse
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars—alights
And is lost in balms!