Best Short Poems Poems
Santa Cruz, the early morning’s
cold air damp and gray
than sunshine emerges gold and
folds into the maple and piney leaves
as curelium takes over high on the hills above
while over the ocean to the west still lies
the misty skies of blue haze
He sat and told me not to read
not NIH or Tumor Insight
or any such journal, he told me
to stop wondering what would be
when that happened he
and Stanford would tell me what I
could do. the disease was very rare,
at 2 years I was well beyond the norm.
he told me to enjoy the bright purple
sun laced flowers, the white intensity of
the moon, to walk my dogs
to watch them play
to be alive to the bird songs
before the winds and waves come crashing
through the darkness of the storm
ocean waves roll in foam
winds howl clouds darken streets roll
mother earth takes hold
A Haiku Poem
Crossing in between,
Roaring sounds beam light throughout,
Passes just in time.
Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse
Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”
Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to happen.
But still,
I can’t get it out of my mind.
The last time I saw her,
There in that stuffy smelly room,
She was shooing the demons away.
It is true.
The gods make those who are about to die
As mad as gadflies
Without blood to suck.
Reality bites.
Feeling so empty.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I thanked the stars the night she died.
Poem #2 – “Part Biscuit Part Bone”
I shiver when I think about it.
Getting’ up at four in the morning to walk six miles.
There is only one fool who would do such a thing.
My brain is sometimes cracked like my sidewalk.
It must be part biscuit, part bone.
But when I walk in the darkness
The entire world is mine.
I am the only one alive
And I salute the ghosts in the shadows.
They want my soul
And I want their ethereal essences.
I shiver when I think about it.
Maybe death is like a walk at four.
There is only one fool who would think that.
It must be part biscuit, part bone.
Poem #3 – “Baked Babylon”
Squeezing the forceps, handlessly
Like a pair of tweezers with no grip.
I groan and suffer alone.
Like Grover Cleveland back in 1892
When his cancerous jaw was dug into
By mustached doctors wearing pink carnations,
Digging and gouging and tugging
Like some gravedigger looking for soft earth.
Baked Babylon is my grease.
Let it smoke and oilize.
I want death for myself, no one else.
One billion children do not deserve the incineration.
Poem #4 – “Why Am I Thinking?”
Why am I thinking?
Is it because I stink?
Is it because I’m stuck breathing?
Why am I dying?
Is it because life is a game with no winners?
Is it because I seek pleasure in a world of pain?
Why am I crying?
is it because life is so futile?
Is it because death is the best part?
Why am I thinking?
Is it because I can’t help it?
Can’t help stopping the inevitable?
Oh death!
You wait for me over there,
Like a forlorn lover,
Behind shaded curtains in the night.
SHARING A NEW BIRTH
Life begets life.
A Miracle takes shape
beyond thinking,
creating blessings.
Bathe in its aura and
let the joy wash over you.
You are the recipient
Of the Creator's great glory.
flavored with amazing grace.
CAK 2-10-2013
SYNOPSIS:
A poem written to my niece
of the birth of her son.
LEAVING CANADA
I'm thankful not to be in Canada
Where sad memories live
it asked me for and demanded more
of what I could not give
if you ask what was it worth
for me to have taken the lower berth
I will not hesitate nor eplicate
the answer would be yes.
SYNOPSIS
The lower berth is America.
I love this country and it gave
me the opportunities I needed.
CAK 11-16-2012
COIN TOSS
Wrong-right, being equal sides of the same coin
when tossed ends up blown by a blast of wind
and falls out of sight.
So who won the toss? Did it matter?
Knowing and not knowing,
questions and non questions,
to the flipped coin each has a truth all its own.
C.A.K. 1-10-2012
SYNOPSIS:
Could it be that the many sides of destiny are
found in other dimensions?
Estuary
the strong tide greets the sheltered stream
where life's hereafter dares to dream
a place where screeching, circling birds
fall silent to breath’s final words
where memories once formed on land
are carried by the shifting sand
to where the river meets the sea
and on then to eternity.
Aqueduct
where ten arches span time across the Ceiriog Valley
sheep lie in green pastures beneath a Welsh / English sky
as narrowboats above steer the canal of Llangollen
through shadows of high summer’s still quiet waters by.
[- with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in a stanza]
Calm sea
curves in white frill,
as gentle, lazy waves
dash against each other, playing
catch me.
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Scrawny
cats gather close.
A bevy of them meet
on the gravel sand discussing
conquests.
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I learned
to watch the sands
of shifting friendships sink
like tides that ebb and flow with wind
pushing
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Her voice
a cruel thrust
plunged deep into his mind.
cold shivers made a ladder of
his spine
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Light spills
breaking shadows
weaves a patchwork of hues
painter’s dreamscape etched into his
palette
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Mountains
with crests of snow
look somber and sleepy
as distant mists of dawn start to
creep slow
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[form is cinquainish- with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in a stanza]
Fountain
where lilies bloom
violets, reds and whites
their soft whispers like God’s finger
touched them
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Snowflakes
perch on bare trees
dazzling under sun’s light
nature’s gift an awesome prism
white gems
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Pillow
my closest mate.
when I lie down to sleep
in my dreams, looking out. I cry
alone.
The bond
that holds us tight
are memories of him
and me, our heads pressed close- on one
pillow.
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Old man
fine lines of age
threading their way around
corners of his eyes, break into
a smile
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Voices
children humming
melodies, they're beacons
flashing bright before night gives way
to day
SCHMOOZE
Beware of smiles with sweet words.
OBSERVATION
Let
your
senses
speak.
TRUE FRIEND
Stays when others leave.
MANAGER VS. LEADER
command-catalyze
delegate-show
talk-act
TEACHING and LEARNING
happen anytime. anywhere
FAMILY...... matters most
PROMOTION
aspire, accept, inspire.
LIFE
is what you think and work for
TIME....
walks slowly
runs fast
flies swiftly
CHAMPION
Envisage. Trust. Survive.
“Scantly-published in life, JD Salinger is set to become prolific in death”.
This is Tuesday
and a day of short poems.
Salinger spoke to me
and said that it is better
to not be so prolific.
He should know,
having set the pace,
and attained a measured glory
with a certain story.
Capri
roofless cubes, spidery with wire,
cakes of azure and enzian;
above at the Villa San Michele
Rilke smiles down at the broken beaches,
at coves of defiant waves, compacted sea
Pompeii
a chessboard of honest stones
open to a sky of hushed shouts;
we huddle in a boned frame
of another life, a stopped day
Napoli
warm and secret, olive-eyed
an infinite beauty makes a new face
as we gaze ape-like from our bus;
an act of moment
Poem 1
i
Poem 2
I
Poem 3
We
Poem 4
You
Poem 5
Introspection
A bird flies
With five-feathered plumage.
It scratches its colorful beak
On the white, white sky.
It may see other birds.
It may not.
All we know
Is that our pen’s
Run out
Of ink.
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Life, a delicacy
Bird, flutter
Flutter one
Flutter two.
Death, a treat
Bird, flutter
Flutter three
Flutter more
For soon,
Too soon,
The music stops.
And you will flutter
No more.
No rambling is their best regard
Not boring to excess
Not saying ten words when three will do
Long writes do make me yawn-oh!
7/27/2015
Here are 15 very, very, very short prose poems! I think it is better to do it this way
than to add 15 very short single poems. Hope you enjoy them
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Voodoo
She kept trying
To make him
Disappear!
Until one day
After casting
A powerful spell
He vanished!
Oh… I forgot
He also took the car
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Something Missing
Kissing her
While her teeth
Were sitting in a glass
By the bed
Was like
Eating oatmeal
Without
A spoon
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Chatty Mornings
It was a perfect way
To start the day
As we looked at each other
And said nothing
Twice !!
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The Perfect Woman
She was everything
Any man could ever want
Young
Beautiful
Intelligent
Happy
Naked
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Unfortunate Fortunate’s
He tried to kill himself
With a gun
Several times
Fortunately
He was a poor shot
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Almost Something
She said she loved me
But I knew exactly who she was
And coming from her
It almost meant… something
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Not Cancer
The lump had bothered her
For quite some time
But after a physical examination
It turned out just to be her husband
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Patty’s Underpants
Though she left hours ago
They were hanging leisurely
Just lying over the bedroom chair
As if to say... good morning!
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Misinterpreting Signs
I thought I had grown lazy
Now I see I’ve just grown old
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A Pleasant Thought
I pictured you as leaves on a tree
Fallen to the ground
Surrounding my home
Covering me
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Like Him
His love for her was so deep
And so strong
That he would never allow her
To fall for a fool like him
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Lucky
It happened to me
... Once!
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Virginia
Inside the Dunkin Donuts
It looks like
New York
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Cheech And Chong Meet Romeo And Juliet
It’s OK honey
I''m over 18
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What To Look For In The Perfect Woman
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Boast not of money;
It elevates to destroy
Our human nature.