Poems by Adarsh Pradeep

Seasons

a poem by

Adarsh Pradeep

Spring
Full of Life.

Summer
Green
Scorching, blistering hot,
With a light breeze.

Fall
Crinkly,
Dry, warm colors
On dead leaves.

Winter
Petals
Of beautiful
Frozen crystals,
White everywhere
Like
A coloring book.

And then
Everything
Starts over again
Like
Life and Death
A cycle
Eternal.

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A Poet- a Fisherman

a poem by

Adarsh Pradeep

A poet is like a fisherman
Who waits for his prey-fish
Like a poet who waits for ideas
To grasp with a hook- his brain
The fisherman scans the sea
Like a poet scanning his vast mind
The fisherman is on a boat
Like a poet who floats on hope and confidence
The fisherman’s bait is worms
While the poet’s lure is brainstorming
A fisherman’s catch, he cleans
While the poet’s idea, he revises and edits
The fisherman sells his fish in a market
Like the poet who sells his poem to publishers
And both get money for their work

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Rich and Poor

a poem by

Adarsh Pradeep

It’s jolly being rich,
I don’t have the perfect breakfast
Man!

I walk into a store
I come out with a trunk full of stuff
Great!

I go to play pool
I should have won more

I’m such a fool!

It’s sad being poor
I have no food
Man!

I walk into a store
They kick me out thinking I’m drunk
Great!

Now what do I do?
I should have listened to my mom

I’m such a fool.

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Daffodils

a poem by

Adarsh Pradeep

Daffodils are flowers
That come in different colors
Grown in farms, houses, valleys and more
Bitten by a mouse, drunk by a bee
So generous and kind
I wish I had its mind
Sparkling in the sun
Sprawled on the ground
Looking like a never ending golden bun

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