Best Short Poem Poems
the day I died
was a rainy one
but the sun came out
in the nick of time
I can laugh about it now
but it was a worry
Depression is...
Paralyzed within
Silent screams through prison bars,
The raccoon smiles.
©Deborah burch
12/4/2016
Haiku
I am a grain of sand; you, an oyster -
Solely into your arms I will curl,
With your love wrap me over; layer over layer,
Transmute me into your aeonian pearl.
"A true writer must write. Ink is in their veins." By Poet
Writers love their many letters to choose from,
letters turning into words then into sentences.
Poems come from the love of writing,
writing about the past or maybe about the present.
Poems can be true or false,
some will make you cry and others will make you laugh.
The writer and reader are both in love,
in love with letters, words, sentences and reading.
Walk around feeling overwhelmed and full of dread,
having a heavy black cloud right over my head,
feeling like I'm part of the walking dead...
12-4-16
Short Poem
Things That Last
By: miracle man
1/4/2021
Precious things aren’t built or bought,
but originate from within one’s self.
A kiss or affectionate touch unsought,
is beyond items found on a dusty shelf.
1416 HAIKU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: 9/30/2025 12:10:00 AM
( 10th Place )
autumn’s last red leaf
clings trembling to the thin branch
wind waits for nothing
A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.
I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State. My Adirondack Guide indicated that Tahawus was the a first Nation (Iroquois ??) name for the mountain and it meant “cloud-splitter.” I decried that the mountain is now named "Mt. Marcy"after William L. Marcy, who as Governor of New York (1833-1839), authorized the geological survey that explored the area. I speculated that this is why there is so little poetry in our time.
However, a later Wikipedia search revealed that the name was likely never used by the aboriginal peoples of the area to refer to the mountain, and its meaning, may have no roots in any language.
I'm trying to make this poem so short
I want to try a new thing of the sort
I don't know if you guys will like it or not
That's up to you, but for now here's a dot!
I wasn’t there to hold your hand,
And couldn’t say goodbye.
I won’t forget your sunny ways;
Your passing made me cry.
With love for Linda-Marie Bariana
I want a happy life
Till my death
So I think every night
As my death
And every morning
As my rebirth
Country,gospel,classical,rock....
drive the herd, lead the flock,
hot bath and vodka,decent read,
superior time...yes indeed!
You said yes
He said no
Both moved my cheese
*** INTO SILENCE ***
Like a child
Again
I have been dismissed
To Silence:
Where I find
fawns walk
splendidly soundless;
Where the moon
only
Brings a rising
Voice
To converse with
my heart…
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/26/22
Thanks be to God