Best Syllables Poems
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(PoetrySoup Format)
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. . . a souvenir of selfless stars salute,
shine and shimmer.
in a secured state:
silvery shadows share secluded silence,
scintillating, becoming dimmer.
you -
sustaining like a synchronized swimmer,
show me, our syllables still glimmer
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* For Tom Woody *
Author’s Note: In moments of solitude, it’s all about attitude.
Through those moments, you reassured me, and I encouraged you.
A letter to my wounds,
fragranced with powdered incense,
every word woven from carnelian ink,
beauty lies in the readers heart,
bruised syllables define nothing,
when everything phrased and vented,
are mere signs of bravery,
flowing in eloquence.
So, see beyond vague verses,
crafted from mystical metaphors,
and sanguine similes,
there streams,
truth of a healing mind,
still bleeding broken ballads,
and soulful sonnets;
same rhythm as the
art of a passionate poet,
pleading to be heard and seen,
amidst silenced skies on gloomy nights,
as this quill desires no accolades nor
condolences but compassion.
thunderclouds
shrouding the grave
my falling tears
03~30~16
13 syllables or less contest sponsored by Timothy Hicks
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
Forgiving yourself
Necessary for self growth
Know you tried your best
The past belongs in the past
Your mistakes don't define you
Contest:- Syllables of Wisdom 3
Sponsor:- Silent One
19th January 2016
Six, nine, nine, a new type
of poetry I have invented
Six, nine, nine, to do something different.
Of course they do not know
This is the official announcement
nobody can possibly know yet
Except me. It is mine
But now I am sharing it with you.
Six, nine, nine, a new poetry type.
It must have a name though.
Something catchy, smart and wonderful.
Call her the six, nine, nine.
Don't Ask For My Money
Ask For My Vote!
U.S.A.
you are my moon, babe
i'm surrendering my tide
over and over
Take this worry from my head
Mix it with the blood you shed
Blend it with the psalms I read
Strain the mixture I'll be fed
Reduce my life's dismal toil
Set to simmer, do not boil
Feed me love my daily bread
As I lie my weary head
Add a cup of mercy, please
Gently knead sin from our list
Drizzle kindness seeds and freeze
Roll sin out to the abyss
Grate zest of passion flower
Let it rise with your power
Mix it with the Blood you shed
Nourish me my daily bread
Gently roast with your bright light
Loves aroma vapors mist
Wafting 'bove earth greediness
Its the reason we exist
Let the devil shake his fist
We await our final tryst
Our progressions not remiss
Grateful for your tenderness
Pour your strength into my core
Stir in wisdom to endure
Sprinkle peace in more and more
Dash o discipline implored
Shake up your love I adore
Spread your son to reassure
Saviors icing and allure
Crushed the devil we abhor
Lamb vaporize guilt and foe
Mixed in with the blood you shed
Patina cauldron is on low
Blended with the psalms I read
Bubbling mustard seeds to grow
Strain the mixture I am fed
Simmer grace and bring to Glow
Ignite my life daily bread
Syllables form one’s will… “enables”
those words of spurge,
to encourage, or otherwise…
disguise, one’s intentions.
Use your words well,
for any precept can tell,
when human concepts mean well!
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hungry birds in tree
took my
cherry pie
Sowing seeds of love
Nurture them with tender care
Watch them flourishing
Growing strong before your eyes
Love to last through all your life
Contest:- Syllables of Wisdom 3
Sponsor:- Silent One
18th January 2016
listen to the wise
see life through perceptive eyes
wisdom is your prize
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January 9th, 2016
Relax, Let It All Go
calm ocean dance, soothing scene
seaweed scent breeze, seagulls sing,
whispers of sounds and dreams drift
as time sweeps away
1/13/2016
Poetry Contest SYLLABLES OF WISDOM 2
Sponsored by: Silent One
At noon time
two squirrels on lawn chair
awaiting lunch.
Sponsor: Tim Hicks
Contest Name: "Thirteen Syllables or Less"
Deadline: 4/29/16