Best Shortness Poems
IF
If you can help others fulfill their dreams
And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
And every day you give your very best
If you reject dark lusts, their heavy tolls
And try to give others their needed rest:
If your family, its love is your rock
Your spirit will dance with dearest of hope
If you do not wither from life's hard knocks
And you endeavor to expand mind's scope;
If kindness, is steady shield you embrace
And in its warmth, your soul chooses to bask
If you find courage's truth, is no disgrace
And ever seek to learn more when you ask:
If you embrace Nature, its awesome gifts
Seek sanctuary in its sweet abode
If gentleness is your key that uplifts
And you reject evil you have been sold;
If in this life, you hold your head up high
And wake each new morn with thankful delight
If heart's sincere love you do not deny
You will find its blessings forever right!
If in times of sorrow you dare not fold
And with brave heart face darkest of sorrows
If years flow, you find you are very old
And you can face shortness of tomorrows;
If your past brings with it a certain pride
And your memories hold that Life was sweet
If from Light's shining truths you do not hide
Heaven's gate, your loved ones you will greet!
10-23- 2018
SilentOne's, 'In response to IF....' contest
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Categories:
shortness, art, creation, deep, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Birds singing in the warmth of the sun
Flowers blooming means spring has sprung
Your innocence of the world today
May diminish some, but most will stay
I hope you will always achieve
With warmth in your heart, always believe
Wonderful characters in fairy tales
Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails
Capture their enchantment today
Hold on to their hopes in a special way
Sparkles in your eyes show you perceive
Their happiness and dreams, always believe
Fallen leaves rustling in the breeze
Gathering pinecones on your knees
Enjoy nature while you can today
Night is growing colder with shortness of the day
The snowflakes will drift on to your sleeve
With the magic of winter, always believe
With an open heart, may you also receive
Belief in yourself, always believe
Categories:
shortness, faith, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
When all the days have been counted
and all the night's dreams lived
Could we hope for anything more,
than to be loved?
If every bright star was a cherished wish,
would we gather them up, or let them stay
for all to see
And if along the way we dance in the shadow of the moon
Would that be enough?
Would feeling each others tears in our palms
cause us to sense the passing of time?
As a visitor time can not be touched or sustained
Rather we move through without notice,
drawing strength from one another without question or guilt
Would we not already have seen heaven before the shortness
of life's breath tries to echo in the chamber of our heart,
as we cross our time on this world
in the arms of those we love?
Categories:
shortness,
Form:
Free verse
If you find the shortness of blanket,
Then buy a large one in the market.
Categories:
shortness, money,
Form:
Epigram
You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again
Categories:
shortness, daughter, death, dream, journey,
Form:
Elegy
You see, Desperate
Times call for
Desperate Measures.
Lengths no longer
defined by the kind
of weather.
The shorter the
shorts, the higher
the self-esteem.
and the Longer the
Sag the more Swag
and being oh so
Fresh and so Clean!
12 inch, 18 inch,
24, 36! Even numbers
but are the odd
lengths that ladies
lace front with.
Lace that can be
disassembled by the
small cut of a
stitch to take you
from a "Bad *****"
to the most
Dignified Chick.
Long Green. Short
Spending.
Long Lives that are
Shortly Ending.
Selling ourselves
Short for what we
thought was an
Infinite Length.
Worrying about the
Length of our Lives
always takes up too
much time and makes
us Miss the good
times that we always
wish.
Ain't that some
****?
A Short Sentence
with a Deep Meaning.
A Short Mistake with
a Long Sentence.
Longer Strokes they
say? The more the
Feeling?
But I'm not feeling
nothing but the
shortness of
emotions, so I'm
trying to get out of
this Predicament.
I could make this
poem longer but
would that give it
more feeling?
And with this short
sentence I end it
"It's Finished."
Categories:
shortness, slam,
Form:
Free verse
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
Categories:
shortness, caregiving, character, education, mother
Form:
Rhyme
A genuine smile joyfully gives to a day
Much more value than one really knows
It's more than the gold light of the sun
More soothing than the moons soft glow
It reaches down deep within one's soul
Making such inspired feelings to arise
It makes a heart's flame leap forward
From the dormant place where it did lie
It causes a young heart to begin to pound
And it brings about a shortness of breath
It adds new meaning to life in one's mind
Along with a glow that will always last
It's a treasure chest full of beautiful jewels
More valuable than a single pearl of great worth
For a genuine smile is valued so much more
Than any treasure which can be found in the earth.
Wendell A. Brown,
January 2013,
Categories:
shortness, happiness, smile,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"Descendent of Eve"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As she walked through the door, I recall a shortness of breath
My heartbeat fluttered, my palms moistened, my mind drew a blank, but no pain was felt
My mouth became dry, and my eyes and ears became lost in her motion
And with only a glance, the sway of her hips became the muse for my every notion
After closer examination, sweat, in the form of a single drip
Made its way down my forehead as the glass approached her lips
Then, the rumbling of my stomach, the butterflies were on the move
Because my eyes had never touched legs that appeared to be oh so smooth
I wanted to get up, but I could hear the buckling of my knees
And the unmentionable, it was like what happens to water if you let it freeze
Now that was many years ago, but like yesterday is what it seems
Because ever since that moment, she has been featured in all of my dreams
To her sight, I have become addicted, that's the strongest word I can think of
For me, it only took a glance, and I, instantly, fell in Love
I Love her hair, I Love her toes, don't get me started on the things in between
She is God's Greatest Creation, next to Him, her being reigns supreme
And now that I'm a man, on her curves, I am still dependent
That's the only way I can explain my jealousy of the infant
Addiction, desire, infatuation or lust, you can call it whatever you believe
But I would go crazy without her, I'm in Love with the descendent of Eve
Categories:
shortness, beauty, inspiration, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Ballad
Passionate Love
There's a heat burning intense inside;
inside my soul,
and inside my groin.
Not the heat of temperature but of lust and desire
causing a shortness of breath and judgement;
scorching all logic.
The sweat wet and shining that drips
from your brow,
and from your body;
is fanning the flames causing my palms to sweat,
and my body to quiver.
You pull me close to first, kiss my lips,
then my cheek
and then my neck.
Working your way down my body you reach my inner thigh,
stopping there to worship your conquered prize.
After saying your thankful prayers, you gently slide
in and out,
and in and out.
with each thrust stoking the growing fire.
Finally it causes us to erupt in ectasy and pleasure.
With all our fuel exahusted we collapse;
leg over leg,
and arm over arm.
With our limbs entangled toether, leaving only smoldering desire.
We both glance in each other's eyes
falling into a much need and peaceful slumber.
Categories:
shortness, boyfriend, desire, fantasy, love,
Form:
Free verse
Women Bartender Parties
Their eyes watched
the bartender,
like a tennis ball,
volleying to each side,
bouncing, soft like
from side to side
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men
on gathering closer
to the campfire.
She was hot.
Their necks stretched,
minds made pseudo
claims, and mouths watered
of her effect.
She was young and new,
and too studious.
A librarian by day,
layers of academia,
flowing through her veins-
you could see that
she was smart, yet sassy.
There was no hiding, though,
the biker girl behind
those glasses, hair
in a bun, and brass demeanor.
She made sashay look
pedestrian.
She could compete with
a New York model
with her providence,
long arms and legs,
and a longer neck,
that likely sprung
a gasket in her admirers.
Would she lie?
When she gained wind
of whispering old men,
poking the shortness
of her denim shorts
she tickled their fancies.
"Is my vagina sticking out,"
as she checked her shorts,
innocence oozing from her
and sending old men's
watering hole to rise.
She was a frolicking horse
that put all the other
bar's bartenders to pasture.
She continued pouring
drinks, like how pouring rain-
rescues drought stricken
crops. She had that effect.
When she saddled next
to an old man, lucky one
at that, her gray eyes
boring into his browns,
as they split the night air
into little gifts,
exchanging presents
of knowledge of each other,
you could see his horses
neighing, too, nudging
to get out of the stables.
Did she say she was writing
a book?
He doesn't remember.
He remembers
seeing a moon flower.
She continued serving rain,
while the jukebox played
and the patrons swayed,
exchanging banter with each.
Moments later she did
the unthinkable-no
it wasn't a red scarlet.
Or connotative.
She drank, which is taboo,
matching shots of Royal,
three, with the old man,
while not missing a beat,
holding her liquor well,
and turning back his hands
............. of time.
connie pachecho
4/20/17
Categories:
shortness, adventure, beauty, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
In shortness of breath
he heaves thundering hooves
over gravel road and through thorny brush
In terrors madness he dashed
as elves lie in still and
fae giggled from imaginary hideouts
down into the meadow he dashed,
the gripping thud of hooves
followed with the crackling of branches
when he stopped:
a quickened still -
A pricked ear
the sound of deep breath in scent
a hesitation
A crack! echoed across the plain
and nestled into trees as foul to wing
did look to see,
a Faun lie bleeding,
as the demons surrounded him in glorious jubilation
at a prize buck, an ordinary deer to them -
For their eyes couldn't see what was really there -
the elves sang out in lamentations,
while birds did shriek the songs of fae,
~ in a land not far away.
Categories:
shortness, confusion, fantasy, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
OLD AGE
Do you ever wonder where the years have all gone?
The roller coaster ends and you hope to hop back on
We are older now and that thrill ride has passed us by
Should we cling to our memories or give it one more try?
Do we accept the achin' body and shortness of breath?
Our personal potholes are harder to miss near death
These are the physical demons we all face in our later years
Time is short now, being laid up for months is what we fear
When we're young, there is time to recover what's gone
When we're old, we're hoping to discover another dawn
We envy our kids because of their able-bodied youth
They care about us dearly, yet deny the senility truth
We never realize we're old until sickness or injury
It is at that very moment we picture life so vividly
The reds are redder, the blues are bluer, no reason to hate
Except the darks are now darker as we ponder our fate
We now question everything we have been taught
Is there a Heaven or Hell or is everyone just as lost?
When we get to this place, there really is no answer
It doesn't matter if you're dying from old age or cancer
The elderly are the new endangered life forms
Scientists creating drugs to combat our aging storms
We don't need drugs, we just want people to know we're here
Quit ignoring your elders, for we'll be the first to God's ear
Categories:
shortness, age, children, god, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A sudden shortness of breath,
The clenching of the chest.
You hear the news fail like you're deaf,
The first thing you want to do is confess.
A young man's life cut short,
In a foreign country away from family.
You scream that he needed more,
But atleast his spirit can now roam free.
A whisper on the wind brings tears,
A breeze full of heat as if it's someone's breath.
You turn quickly to abate your fears,
And find that your all alone all by yourself.
Categories:
shortness, death
Form:
Free verse
The psalmist makes a promise or two
to guard his mouth and his ways
holding his tongue so not to sin
when the wicked presence stays
But finds it so difficult to do
for fighting within is burning fire
causing his distress to grow worse
now he speaks to prove he's no liar
O Lord show me my life's length
show me the shortness of it all
you've made it only a breath or two
so my life is in a long stall
My hope is in the Lord to wait
so from my transgressions deliver me
remove your very heavy hand off
make my prayer's answer to see
Sojourn with you I will continually
despite my tears let me know peace
look away so I can again smile
before my life here will cease
(PSALM 39 (ESV)
I said, “I will guard my ways,
that I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth with a muzzle,
so long as the wicked are in my presence.”
I was mute and silent;
I held my peace to no avail,
and my distress grew worse.
My heart became hot within me.
As I mused, the fire burned;
then I spoke with my tongue:
“O Lord, make me know my end
and what is the measure of my days;
let me know how fleeting I am!
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths,
and my lifetime is as nothing before you.
Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
Surely a man goes about as a shadow!
Surely for nothing they are in turmoil;
man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!
“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait?
My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions.
Do not make me the scorn of the fool!
I am mute; I do not open my mouth,
for it is you who have done it.
Remove your stroke from me;
I am spent by the hostility of your hand.
When you discipline a man
with rebukes for sin,
you consume like a moth what is dear to him;
surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah
“Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and give ear to my cry;
hold not your peace at my tears!
For I am a sojourner with you,
a guest, like all my fathers.
Look away from me, that I may smile again,
before I depart and am no more!”)
Categories:
shortness, bible, spiritual, words,
Form:
Rhyme