Best Smallest Poems
You may not be as tall as others
You may not have the prettiest face
You may not have the many riches
You may not have gods given grace
By your actions you're the tall one
A smile that lights the dullest day
A kind heart that's always helpful
Share the last of your hard earned pay
By your thoughtfulness you're the fair one
Any small deed you are asked to do
Even the smallest ant, cast the tallest shadows
You live to help others your life through
So riches and stature are not important
Fair of face will wrinkle when old
The way you live your life however scant
Shows your many riches as life unfolds
The rabbi had a lot of trouble
Blowing the shofar.*
The congregation waited
But the sounds were just bizarre.
Some strangled bursts of air came out
But music was resistant.
The notes he tried to play, I’d say,
Were pretty non-existent.
He tried three shofars – all were long,
The pride of any ram,
Including those who wandered
In the time of Abraham.
With children gathered at his feet,
The rabbi seemed distraught,
For with his biggest audience,
His efforts came to naught.
But then he grabbed, a last resort,
The smallest shofar yet.
Without a fancy curvy shape,
What music could he get?
He took a breath and we all smiled –
A golden tone emerged,
Outshining all those shofars
On which somebody had splurged.
That little shofar saved the day;
Its sound was strong and clear
And hopefully, it will be first
To have a chance next year.
*a ram’s horn blown on the Jewish holiday
of Rosh Hashanah (the highlight of the service)
Alan who is a great man and a peerless philosopher
Has run for public office including the presidency
Several times but still have not got to first base.
He casts a long shadow,
but people don’t appreciate his shade.
Even his opponent who happened to be
a small man comparatively,
Not fit to be a parrot on his shoulder
And yet public chose not Alan
but the man with a long shadow.
The small men when in power with weak leadership
can cast long shadows of large range of influence.
It often happens as the saying goes;
"the smallest ants cast long shadows"
It is a sure sign that the sun is about to set,
Like an oil lamp burns brighter when oil is at its end.
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January 8, 2014
Form: Free verse
I hold you close to me and I don't know why.
You give me strength and purpose I can't deny.
Like a dry sponge, you allow me to pour,
My soul into you and you never close the door.
You are part of me, like my arm or my hand,
So tired I become, can't even stand.
My eyes glass over with water from my tears,
Doing this with you helps me fight my fears.
I hold you so tight, with the grip of steel,
Never to let you go, so strong is my will.
Through you my friend, I can do anything,
Compose music, write a book, or even sing.
With a delicate hand, I keep you so sharp,
I can put you down to paper and then we can start.
-Not for any contest
The late afternoon sun is quickly setting
I walk alone along the graying concrete path
And spy an army of ants crawling over a dead bug
Even the smallest ants cast long shadows.
Masses of ants march swiftly and efficiently
Covering the corpse and dismantling its innards
Going about their task without hesitation
Even the smallest ants cast long shadows.
Bending down, I touch the ants and they scatter
Momentary confusion creates temporary discord
Quickly they reassemble and resume their task
Even the smallest ants cast long shadows.
Written on 1/11/2015
Smallest ants cast long shadows
They are gifts of the meadows
They fall into the steps
With crepes of many shapes
And fill the gaps with credos
Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows - Poetry Contest
Sponsor scott thirtyseven
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
4th January,2015
Even the Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
The rains have soaked the land and has unearthed
The strongest insect thriving in their mound
The sunlight throws shadows and dries the parched ground
I draw in the fragrance of the fresh rain and earthy scents
In my leisure morning walks with my small, tough, protective dog
He makes his frequent stops and elevates his leg,
Sniffs all the odors left behind
Children at play,
An adult raking leaves in their yard,
A little dog sniffing in just the right place
Gets the ants all excited and they defend their mound
For being such a very small insect even
The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows and a big bite
And sets out their revenge
Little children cry and quit playing,
the adult stops raking and gets upset,
and a poor little tough dog runs up and down
the grass rubbing and shaking his head,
struggling to get the vengeful ants out of his nose and body.
1/29/2015
Contest: Even the Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven
Borneo Pygmy Elephants are listed as, endangered
and they were isolated, about 300 thousand years ago
from their cousins, on mainland Asia and Sumatra
and they are known as, the smallest Asian Elephant
They have shrinking forests, with human settlements
and there’s a lot of logging, with a conveyor belt running
There are palm oil plantations, creating a lot of sediment
and a lot of agriculture, destroying their natural environment
Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
In a world so vast that the sky does grasp,
With not even the slightest sounded rasp,
There are those that some see as beauty so mighty,
And there are things that others see as the true Aphrodite,
Yet those with eyes not shallow set,
Do come with a vision gladly met,
And with it a knowing so loving and calm,
That gives them no air of qualm,
They see around them a world so broad,
That others do hide and make a fraud,
From the monuments of Egyptian sands,
To the ashen bridges of modern lands,
And to the Redwood of the West,
Or the shrubs that grew their best,
There is a common theme,
That is shown in all worlds’ real or dream,
Even the smallest ants cast long shadows,
And around them light always glows,
For no matter the size or shape of the thing,
A single trait does always cling,
For each and every thing around,
Does have a tale to tell abound.
Once in time ,a cargo plane was flying
above in the azure blue.
You see the plane was carrying seeds for planting,
or every size ,sort and hue.
When at once,the winds grew rough,
and the sky turned an angry gray.
The little plane was tossed and turned,
like a top at sea this day.
When out of the plane did fall,
not a box or barrel or crate,
but one single pea.
it fell to earth way down below,
faster and faster it sped,
acquiring tremendous velocity.
The pea struck the center of the pond,
with a loud kerplunk.,
sending ripples in every direction.
Small at first ,
then growing in size,
the result of a liquid convection.
Eddies from the plunge ,
disturbed a cattail,
growing at the shore.
The plant whipped back and forth ,
striking a bumblebee.
In a buzzing moment of panic,
it made a beeline for the hive,
and uncertain safety.
The bee in its fright ,
did strike a deer ,in the rear
just there for a drink,
.Of all the indignity,
the deer expressed with a snort,
as it jumped with fire from behind,
its brain didn't think.
The deer ran as if chased ,
by a tormentor,
of which it wished to be free.
It was right then and there,
the road it did cross,
in such a rush ,the car it failed to see.
Screech of the tire ,
swerve of the car,
terrified voice within,
stopped mere inches from hitting a tree.
The smallest thing said in hurt,can cause
great harm.
Little Ant Severn Cullis Suzuki,
Who Silenced the whole world in 1992,
For "worries of a child".
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Now world’s youngest Ant, silenced the bullets,
The noble prize laureate,
Malala Yousafzai.
Date: 09/01/2015
For the contest sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven
The Prince was wicked pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.
The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.
His Princess must be slim and cracking!
all the things a bride should be;
the first two had been sadly lacking,
weighing in at 203!
And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,'
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny 'gams' got his attention,
drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath!
Number Three was pert and potent!
slender legs her argument, half
the size of each opponent,
her big edge? the smallest calf!
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...a challenge to write a poem with this particular title,
I deliberately avoided LIVESTOCK!
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Why is the sky so much darker
When did the sun start to set
So many shadows are falling my pathway
Hoping my heart can forget
What is the meaning of never
Can I still stand on my own
How could you leave me out here in the darkness
Hiding these fears I have sown
Can you not see I am crying
Pleading with stars in the sky
Calling your name till the heavens are reeling
Seeking the day passing by
Empty my dreams they have fallen
Shattered this earth down below
Collections of feelings stretched long in the mist
Anguish felt ever so slow
Echoes the branches are swaying
Silhouettes pointing at me
Staring upon every sorrow now spoken
Here in this night I can see
If in your heart you find waiting
Even the smallest refrain
Hear of my words for I beg you to listen
I need you, please love me again
The Prince was extra pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.
The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.
His Princess must be slim and cracking!
all the things a bride should be;
the first two had been sadly lacking,
weighing in at 203!
And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,'
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny 'gams' got his attention,
drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath!
Number Three was pert and potent!
slender legs her argument, half
the size of each opponent,
her winning edge? the smallest calf!
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the challenge? To write a poem with this exact title.
as you can see, I avoided livestock!
Though you may not know it, I often think of you.
My eyes may not show it, but they glow at your view.
It's as if I know your there...before I hear or see you.
Seems I'm suddenly aware -- auras touch like deja-vu.
You might feel as I do, but how am I to know?
Your eyes may hide, like mine, a secret inner glow.
Do you feel me when I'm near...when I'm not yet heard or seen?
Does your aura tingle when I see you, like you see me?
Even the smallest whisper
Of your voice makes me start.
The most subtle notion
Of your presence melts my heart.
The air you breathe becomes perfume.
I envy all you hold.
In my eyes, you grace everything.
Your touch out-values gold.
Even the smallest whisper....
Though you may not know it, I often think of you.
My eyes may not show it, but they glow at your view.
It's as if I know your there...before I hear or see you.
Seems I'm suddenly aware -- auras touch like deja-vu.