Short Abandons Poems
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Returning
to a sleep
reality abandons
You become
what you dream
—so forever sleep well
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
finds comfort in a bottle
escapes to a faraway land of illusion
abandons everyone who loved him
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
My God Never Abandons Us- Never
never will I leave
you never will I forsake you
Hebrews 13:5
4/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
LUCIFER abandons his throne pell-mell
As he got bored being the Lord of Hell,
Decided he got to quit,
Enough of this fiery pit,
And moves to earth to enjoy sins as well!
My disability might impede me, physically,
but my mind runs rampant,
even if my spine abandons me sometimes,
my spirit always flames bright.
-Sristi
a vagabond
There is a hidden driver
she sits at the wheels silently
and drives the vehicle calmly
even to no-go destinations
you reach unaware sleepy
but she abandons you there
satisfied or full of imaginations
Eros!
One of life's challenges
is to find your own speed
Where travel is constant,
destination in sight
Too fast,
and yesterday abandons your future
Too slow,
and memory stretches beyond your grasp
(Airplane to Richmond 10/14/2016)
Self interest abandons us all
Politicians on the make
shades of muddied truth
flicker like worm casts
Information over lorded,
lingering secret conversations
in dusty corridors
The consequences need no mentioning
The reasons I can no longer comprehend
Limerick : So this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 7
On Jan. 16 : declares lost her paper(s)
On Jan. 17 : Consulate declares her spinster
Next day abandons son
Sets up shop : Free Maison*
Named worthy Napoleons’ Sexual Advisor !
• Maison : French for house or even firm.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
unwanted, he covertly creeps into my thoughts
lest, to his disdain, unwitting smiles might escape
hope’s thief demands his own satisfaction
abandons me to wither in vain love’s desert
mock him I do when rising spirit permits happiness
control’s power victoriously beats within
February 10, 2019
Search for me following the lodestar,
A pearl of love whose tears drip on silk.
Through squinting eyes, the moon abandons
The sky of uninspiring gray hues.
Leaden clouds sailing and tearing through,
Moving forth; with a breath beneath a
Heaven's dream, my being it commands.
In the healing balm, please search for me.
Let's celebrate each day
that mishap abandons us...
Let's live willingly,
let's vibrate with the demonstrations
of joy, and we fight
against everyday
adversity with stoicism,
Only then can we
reap the sweet memories
when everything over...!
A pithy moon
climbs
on a skull
to unmask the alien,
blacker than coal.
A pregnancy reduction
was needed
to prune out
the motor plan of the moving
target, who had-
a neural circuitry
for obstructing
the light. Can you
transcend a prude who will not
accept a celibate ?
Not so sad, a beautiful face
abandons the darkness.
Satish Verma
~~~
Tumbling and rushing
Grumbling and gushing
Through reeds and over great rocks
Swelling and swaying
Dancing and playing
Mid nettles thistles and docks
But down the low glen
Where moor turns to fen
The river slows her fast pace
And there in the mire
She loses her fire
Yields and abandons the race
~~~
30/08/14
WOMB -
Dark and deep inside.
Suffocated and unconscious.
Soul inherits the body.
A new child is born.
In between -
Joys and griefs.
Part and parcel of life.
TOMB -
Life breathes its last.
Soul abandons the body.
Back to the eternity.
Back to dark and deep inside.
From womb to tomb
The soul-cycle continues
From tomb to womb.
Confetti dreams floating away
An innocence again is crushed
Under the weight of the fall
Countdowns to unconsciousness
Filled in flutes of sorrow
As the masses mimic cheer
Confessions secretly stored
Under wraps of indesgression
Carried out the door
Self inflicted suffrage
Abandons another war
Anxious the path's unearthed
Repentant intemperance subverts
If a genius chooses not to embrace his gift,
will he live to endure deeper pain
If an artist doesn’t strive to create and unfold,
will she die in a chasm of chains
If a Prophet loses faith and abandons his path,
will he wander a desert unknown
If all lovers grow distant, away from the heart,
will the world lose its hope
—so alone
(The New Room: February, 2021)
I spot you writhing
in your shell
undersized however
you possess an ocean
tally and release a tide
bestow your
tenderness to distinctive
forsake, further
vacuous chest
until slender bird
abandons nidus
his feathers come to
craft a verse of reliance
what a precious devotion
It's a ballad that...
I always create for you.
Written: September 30, 2022
Rags and cloth alike
Cover thy skin
Bare skin, bare emotions
Essence of strength
Thick and thin circumstances
Never inquires, Never contemplates;
Society abandons, morals unjust.
Abundance of courage, of faith
Seething through pores, writhing through veins
Heart like gold, his aurora shines
Colors of livelihood filter, intertwine
Light shimmers in
Dark layers out
The horizon is beautiful.
It is now.
The call of unknown.
A doting mother-
writes a child.
I am, collecting-
the words. To speak for the
death, which was hestitant
to come,
against the will of grass.
The grassroots diplomacy,
catches the wind.
Abandons the footpath,
goes to the marbled floor.
What do I do-
at dusk ? Become wordless
like a deep sea-
waiting for the moon
to bring the tides ?
Satish Verma
equidistant concentric circles of light
dancing to rhythm of soundless thunder
heighten throbs of magnetic bliss delight
as essence of presence looks on in wonder
grid lines vertical sprout branches horizontal
taking the pilgrim to experience not in scriptures
vaporised consciousness to divine surprise amiable
abandons dependence upon self proclaimed teachers
12-September-2021
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS COME OUT TO PLAY
NONE In DISARRAY
WHEN FAMILY ABANDONS YOU
AFTER SOME TIME, IT BECOMES REAL, TRUE
SO MUCH PAIN BECAUSE BLOOD SHOULD BE THICKER THAN WATER
OH HOW I THANK GOD FOR MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER
SO MUCH JEALOUSY FOR SACRIFICES I MADE
WHILE THEY ARE STUCK IN MUD AND WADE
I FINALLY LEARNT THE BIGGEST LESSON OF THEM ALL
IF THEY WANT, THEY CAN CALL
I'm NOT GOING TO WORRY ABOUT THEM ANY MORE
WHAT THE HELL FOR?
Anguish cloaks her as she
Cradles her bundle of pure beauty in
Her squalid hands, tightly against her blackened heart
Painful tears caress his innocent face as
Her sordid soul violently weeps
Surrendering to her monstrous world she
Abandons her flesh and blood into unfamiliar arms
Allowing her miracle to disown his soiled mother,
Whose wicked soul will be damned for all eternity
But she knows
Fiery hell, will not be punishment enough
SEX ON FIRE
She silently retires to his secret chamber.
Knowing he was waiting for her...
The doors were locked
the windows closed.
Her backless bodycon...
abandons her ...
as he removes all her layers...
she reciprocates his actions ...
he grabs a fistful of her hair.
she summons herself to his passion ...
perspiring profusely ...
he leaves his Mark on her...
And the mirror witnessed their SEX on fire ...
Always & forever
Red fiery @2017 copyright
In my Hour of Darkness—still—
The Sun forgets—to Rise—
And every Bird—abandons—Air—
For Silence—Paradise—
The Candle—burns—a quieter Flame—
Than Morning—ever knew—
Its trembling Soul—a Whisper sends—
To Shadows—passing through—
I fold—my Spirit—like a Robe—
Around—its tender Ache—
And lean—upon—Eternity—
For Solace—it can’t make—
For Light—is not—of Lantern born—
Nor borrowed—from the Sky—
It blossoms—in the Blackest Place—
Where only—Angels—cry—