Short A Hundred Times Poems
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Hundred legs climbing
To reach the queen of the hill
Who keeps kicking, but
I'll climb a hundred times more,
That hill is calling me home
honesty is so easy
you can tell the story a hundred times
and not have to think
it flows
because it is the truth
liars have a more difficult time
Your eyes are the ocean Your hair is the sun, in the path of this love i have broken my knees for a hundred times next time it will be one hundred and one.
Form:
Told you a hundred times.
Please... tie your shoelaces for heaven's sake!
You'll fall all over yourself !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
At Ellis Island there were tons of lines
If you stood too long you were given fines
Your name easy if
It was Rose or Big Biff
Mine was misspelled about a hundred times
Ten times they tried and failed
to ban him from the seed
with nets, with traps, with hose;
a hundred times they tried.
Later when,
amen, the
angry men,
then gave up;
Soon came zen.
You are innocently driving to your office
You've done it a hundred times before, being cautious
All of a sudden
You cease to function
You're mangled body, your life turns to darkness
Side to side
beaten a hundred times
at the hands of pride
down the line smashed
how long will it last
on the floor crashed
Side to side
aimlessly tossed before I fly
the innocent left to cry
deflated I hide
in shame but to you
it was just a game
My life has been folded over
at least a hundred times
With twilight comes exposure
and a reckoning sublime
Each crease a thing I’d never done
each fold a place I’d hide
Now one by one the truth unwraps
—my secrets open wide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
Like a telescope in focus,
the words get sharp and clear
And magnify within the thought,
a feeling oh so dear
Each letter worth a hundred times,
what yesterday did know
New verse now burning laser bright,
—eternal in its glow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
I'm the treasure that will never
be unburied, I'm just wasting
away waiting for you to dig me
up, You've probably passed me
by a hundred times not knowing
I might have everything to offer
I guess my shine has faded in the
past 25 years, I'm just that treasure
lost to never be found
A poem's not finished
'til you've reviewed it a hundred times
Then as you read it the hundredth and first
you're surprised to find it's gotten worse
As we grow, so do our poems
Yet sometimes we look for growth
and all we can do is swear an oath
'Growth and Oaths' ~ poems need both
I warned him a hundred times
I just can't take it anymore
I cry both day and night
Today's the day it's got to stop
I've got my one-way ticket out of here
I'm boarding a train that's westward bound
Don't know where I'll land and I don't care
I've got miles to go to hatch my plan
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Life was once flat and ran down
Years trailing the tracks of sundown
I had chummies, not dummies
Struggled like flies, but winnies.
Winnies as winners, not gifted
Winnies as fighters to be lifted.
We were belittled a hundred times
For struggling with a thousand dimes.
We are all winnies... born to be loved, to love and to win!
Tell me you don’t want this;
These hands that burn everything they touch
These eyes that have seen too much yet somehow, still not enough
Tell me we weren’t made for this
I was born screaming
You, a forest fire
Tell me I wouldn’t die for you
I would sacrifice myself
A hundred times over, a hundred times again
Tell me –
But oh, you can’t
They said he'd cracked,
like a jar in the wind,
ajar to within.
Grumbling gears in an attic of a mind,
cranked with the resiliency of an old steam engine,
chugging along.
Muddy cigar for the failures,
basement couch for the come-backs,
after being knocked off a hundred times,
the podium has never had this many scratches,
climbs back up every time,
but gallows are never very accommodating.
A red rose tied
across the top
of the tiny box
that lay in your hand
My heart skipped a beat
a hundred times twice
as you slowly walked
the path toward me
A smile appeared
across your face
as you lifted the lid
of the tiny box
Inside it lay
golden earrings
Those earrings, that day
wrote the song
the love bird sings.
Dedicated to a special one.....Always Maryam*
Shipwreck
As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew
died a hundred times.
Through portholes they saw the green sea,
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling
toward obliviousness
And then the sea blew open doors
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.
What do we have here?
Two firm feet, with arms to bear.
Fifty horses to get up there.
A hundred times, ten thousand faces.
Say you're welcome, please.
The strong will seize,
If the flow will keep.
Put forty-five, frown
On a page,
Like sheep.
Can I buy you, uh...
Have you been many places?
Do you liken us to trees?
Say hello and give a tear,
Spend time up there,
Then look down.
You can hurt me a hundred times, then a hundred more.
It's no matter to me because I won't keep score.
Beat away at me, break me down to the core.
There you will find some love, take it and roar!
Use it for strength, to help yourself soar.
To replenish and refill, that's what it's for.
It's okay, I have love to give and love in store.
Go ahead and use it to fix that beautiful heart they tore.
An angel kissed a ripple
Onto a glassy sea
And in that very instant
A baby came to be
A hundred times she kissed it
A hundred thousand more
Each time the troubled surface
More troubled than before
The ripples started crossing
And people crossing too
In time made each their ripple
Like as that ocean blue
So here is my petition
Oh Jesus, hear my plea!
That all my parting wavelets
Be marked in time for Thee
An inferno in my gut told me something was wrong
I fled the scene immediately, knowing something was off
Something horrible was about to happen
I missed it, and later felt grateful, relieved, and thrilled to have missed it
Because it was something that would have caused me unthinkable pain
Hearing about it was not the same as being there.
I thanked my intuition a hundred times over.
She never lets me down.
I preen and I primp.
I am all that and more really.
Other creatures avoid me.
I understand why.
They are intimidated by my beauty.
I am a hundred times prettier than my wife.
She has to be plain, so she can hide our eggs
In the tall brown grass.
But I can strut and do.
My crown waving in the wind.
People drive by and almost fall out of their cars
Watching me fan myself; for I am a gorgeous hunk of male.
I sit here as the sun sets
On my porch nostalgic
Thinking of the not so old days
But my darling is no more
No one to hold my now wrinkled hand
Share a laugh from a joke told a hundred times
I sit here not so young anymore
Old curves and not so full cheeks
Sad, old and lonely
Who knew?
that my happily ever after would be so blue
Nothing but a dream
Still, wishing for my Knight
It does afterall end as it started
I am a sad person
No more than that
Also, no less ..
The doctor laughed when I asked him to work "C T scan" to my memory,
Then he embarrassed as he read their names on it
I tried dozens of drugs,
I said "I love you" a hundred times a day,
poet of poems had fell !
My fingers surrounded by depression,
their names are still occupy my memory
I still just a sad person
More than that,
And also ..
less than that ..