Huddles Poems | Examples

Listen to the Wind

Written: September 06, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open, and the world is full of beauty".  By Rumi

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Listen—not with ears, but with aching skin,
where whispers meander extreme within.
The zephyr is not a cursory breeze,
But divination along with the trees.

It jiggled enigmatically from the stone
and carved its ideology into this bone.
It speaks in whispers and traumatized song,
of where we're accurate, and what went wrong.

Jaw-dropping stories in stillness and hum,
of battles bewildered and those to come.
It hurdles through periods, grief, and grace,
leaving outward fingerprints on the face.

It wears no enthrone, yet huddles the kings;
It severs the tresses on buried things.
So listen in not for roaring decree—
But toward the breath underneath the plea.

The wind will not delay, solicit, or steam,
It is bombastic and allows you to stream.
Zephyr adorns twigs and allows grass to gleam.

Be Kind

In the raffle
That is life
Strife is rife
Moral blindness
Snaffles kindness
But passion
Can fashion
Empathy
Rations for a while
Vile bile denial
Come on
Charity not depravity
Compassion
Turns
Guile, wiles & trials
Into Cheshire cat smiles
Sympathy
Shrugs become hugs
Affinity
Muddled huddles
Become
Cherished cuddles
Sensitivity relished
Pokes at folks
Now
Rib tickling jokes
So
Don’t fall behind
How
No need to look above
Refine your mind
Rewind & you will find
What
Defined Fab Four rapport
No
Don't push & shove
Why
"All you need is love"
Really..you sure
Yeah go on…try to be kind

Shadows

Light or shadow . Sponsor Suzette Richards posted 17/3/2025
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a young pup 
expelled by his litter mates
rejected by the mother 
huddles alone abandoned in the cold byre 
longing for comfort
an old and tired sheepdog who’s long past his prime
takes pity
offering to share his food
and a life long bond is forged 
where they find a safe haven in each other

Embodiment of Light

   Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
   Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
   Pine foliage erect points to its apex
   Before its born, spire spreads star shine

   Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes 
   Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
   For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
   Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble


   Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
   Dispell dictating army apostrophes 
   Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
   Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic

   
   Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
   Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
   Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
   Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft 


         
        27 January 2025

       Written for Contest:
      Embodying the Light
    Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

Flock Plus One

Flock Plus One
Crouching among a gaggle of
dabbling Canadian geese,
a brown skinned child pushes back
long black hair,
intent on building a tidal pool
of which he can be King.
Extending a ridiculously long neck,
a goose wades gingerly into the water,
snapping his wings forward in a fluster,
indignant with the cold.
Another approaches the boy curiously,
black eyes assessing the construction;
haughtily disinterested, it continues ambling
along the inlet.
The sporadic hiss and honking of a gander
whose life mate is being wooed by another
doesn’t faze the child,
methodically tapping his palms
along the outskirts of his pond.
Another goose watches him,
unconcerned,
from her nest on a muskrat mound,
tiny hatchlings in yellow down
chirp soundlessly.
Spittles of rain dust the child’s
ebony hair
and the gaggle’s black feathers.
The cluster huddles around the boy,
having seemingly accepted him

as one of their own.

The Indestructible power of LOVE

Love is one which covert the destiny, 
When you love someone, you live for that person, 
love is something which can change your likes and dislikes, 
Love can't be huddles, love is way to stand  against huddles. 


Love never ends, it helds only once and with only one. 
If you love someone no other can fill the person's place, 
Death can't defeat it, 
No power can erase it. 


Love is when you understand that person more than that person,
At the time you are in love, 
You both are not different, 
Two body one soul, 
Sadness is not of one but if one cry other one also. 


Love is something which lead you to do the unacceptable. 
Power of love is a puzzle. 
The puzzle in which a person can find itself.

Jingle Bells

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.....HO-HO-HO
..snow-snow-snow
A star shining bright 
Welcome wise Magi
Santa brings goodies
A pot bellied laughter
A baby in the manger
Foxes. Reindeer. Bells
........Sox. Mittens..
....................Warm embrace
...............Jingle bells all the way
...............Huddles laughters joys
................Santa comes on sleigh
................A glistening white sheet
.................Covered my playground 
.................Frozen are all fruits trees 
..................I have a bright one home
..................Keeping my little cat busy
..................Laden with sparkling goodies
.............................Fun n Foodies
..............Time for
.......Joys celebrations 
....Family friends cousins 
...Sharing cakes n cuddles
..Sleigh tracks are covered
..For It has snowed all night
..Making Merry Being Happy
.How cold growing up would be..
Without these Christmas glories
.............Merry Xmas
...................To All
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~ from Amitabh

Beginning of the end

Soldiers marching buy gun shots from outside.

We have to run into darkened corners just so
We can hide. 

But they have found us in huddles we are stood

It's pointless to try and run as that would not 
End good. 

Walked to a train station I think we're out of luck 

Stripped of our belongings and loaded into a 
Cattle truck. 

Standing for hour only tears there's no smiles 

The day turns to night we must of travelled miles 

Some with no hats or coats some with no shoes 
On their feet. 

Old and frail dropping down begging for food 
To eat. 

This was the start of the end 6 million lives lost

This was the beginning of the bloody 
                   Holocaust.

Identity

IDENTITY

I just want to be who I am, or even to know
Living this modern life is like being in armour
True freedom, now merely a fading memory
Following the script like a long running drama
But perhaps something out of this might grow

Personality, misshaped by many laws and rules
So what then, does individuality mean anyway
There’s a chest of treasures locked up inside me
That in this age, may never see the light of day
In our millions we’re numb, and acting as fools

Can it even be safe to release the unknown beast
That prowls and explores this unexpecting world
It might be a cute little mewling thing that blinks
And if threatened, huddles like a flag that’s furled
But it still deserves it’s freedom at the very least

Yet maybe this is mere hesitancy and speculation
The first challenge I must face, is to know myself
To be embraced for what I am, or could become
In life’s mission to discover all that hidden wealth
And to have caused at least a minor perturbation

Winners

In a quiet trailer park, 
Just a short walk from the middle school
Where we all felt our way
Through literature, science and math,
Often silent during the worst –
Passing, but only with average scores

Our hearts were full of touchdown dreams
Moments, startled awake by the echoing
Laughter and peace – seas of smiles,
Trembling promises of the ten yard line,
Then, the fumble…

Playing throughout the evening,
Yearning for June, summertime broken
By the short stabs of thunderstorms,
Rain falling, kissing away the breathless
Promise from morning’s light, easing
Its way from golden to gray, from tender
To awake like the shaky huddles

Trailers, thin walled and easily injured,
Like bones who fall beneath the scrambling
Starry eyed – wistful and just breathless
Tackling the edge of insanity
With two hands, two arms, two – hopeful
Winning – it isn’t sinning…

Winning, running on the field who holds
Hopes and dreams, fantasies…
Blessings to hearts who know, even though
Trailer parks don’t shout success,
Often, that football field spells the best…

Champion, leader … the score of a winner!

Evening Trolley-Car

The sunrays huddles beneath clouds
Horizon as still night enshrouds.

The busy city starts to sleep
As clouds still continues to weep.

Late-night passerby most gracious
Passengers restlessly anxious.

The evening trolley-car arrives
Passengers bound to their home lives.

Within hearts and life paradise
Fervent souls with their sacrifice.

5/12/2023

Staircase

Beneath the staircase,
In the dark,
Is a monster.
The owners of the house 
Laugh,
When asked about the noises 
Coming from the staircase.
The rattles, the moans,
They say:
Oh that’s just our little monster,
With a wink.

It is dark beneath the staircase.
Eyes blink,
Screams ring out,
Walls, shake,
The owners of the house
Keep the staircase boarded up tight
So the monster can never get out.
They watch it,
Day and night.
Til they feel they are the ones in the dark
They shudder, and shake the feeling away
They are doing what they must.

There are spiders in the dark,
Under the staircase
They creep and crawl.
A mouse nibbles on a bone.
Dirt falls from the beams,
As the walls rattle
As she pounds to get out.
The little girl,
She huddles in a corner,
Locked up tight,
By her parents,
The monsters above the staircase.



Writing Challenge S words
Constance La France
4/7/23

Balloons

The amber sunshine huddles beneath billowing clouds
to meet the graying green weave of the horizon, 
and countryside of enliven crowds of red poppies.

A little girl in her pink dress, trimmed in white lace, 
runs, as her dark auburn hair dance free with the breeze; 
in a place full of grace and peace. 
Her red balloons escape from her hold. 
They roll and soar towards the golden heavens, 
swallowed up by the clouds, as she follows.


2/10/2023

Riddle

As sages say life is a riddle
No one knows until they got stuck in the middle
No matter how hard it is
One day you will get the answers 
Think million times sometimes you get the answer from your past
From birth to death they’re riddles
This will be like passing every huddles
Life never stops giving riddles
It will give you a liddle

But Oh, How He Loves Me

He stings like a bee 
but Oh, how he loves me 

Cuddles and huddles 
we are sweeter as doubles 

pollinated love seeds 
two affectionate reeds 

holding on to my honey 
as if he were a bunny 

tumbles and buzzes 
there are no becauses 

we simply love each other 
like sister and brother 

he stings like a bee 
but Oh, how he loves me

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