Best Hums Poems

as night classic fades

humming one two Mozart notes 

lovers gently kiss



Judy Konos' Get Your Senryu On Contest
4/11/15...

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she hums an endless tune as she lovingly folds his shirt
each crease and fold perfectly placed in synchronous harmony
knowing that ten minutes of work will hide all her effort

Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry in Korea. Sijo have three long lines. Each line...

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This is fabricated evidence of love
Forged reports of a representative that cares

We are stripped of our skins
Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop
Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us
Barely a millimeter apart

They're already larger than life and yet
they still walk on stilts
The men in black suits waving...

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feather wings rapid
aeronautical mini
hovering fowl sweets...

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The sounds of nature's music
with fiery passion
she breathes
with a sunny disposition
she gives off radiating heat
basking on paradise shores
with a magnetic push and pull
she transforms herself
earth to heaven's door
as she continually hums her music....

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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).


Dressed up in their September best,
Falling silent, swirling and twirling
Reminiscing on how they’ve been...

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There is that repetitious hum
 as clothes in the wash are spun,

the fridge plays some offbeat melody
 while you struggle to find something good on tv;

for a moment there is that ring
 of telephone marketers selling everything

all they really want to get
 is your credit...

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I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world 
where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands.
Rain, like liquid glass,
trickles down the banyan and banana leaves,
the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn,
and as a...

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Each petal cuts me in my sleep—
you call it soft,
but I bleed every time I touch it.
The mirror doesn’t cry with me anymore.
Only the fog stays.
It hums like a swallowed scream.

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