Short Abouts Poems

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Premium Member Dying Has Its Own Beauty - Ii

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Dying

amidst cancer,

abouts household, smiling,

"T-a-i-wan", sweetheart conveys sweetness~~

softly.


**Traditional Cinquain


line 1 - 2 syllables - 1 word
line 2 - 4 syllables - 2 words
line 3 - 6 syllables - 3 words
line 4 - 8 syllables - 4 words
line 5 - 2 syllables - 1 word recalls the title


Date: 05/25/2019
Form: Cinquain


Where Abouts

The things I mostly bothered about
Death, worry. those that shout
Death is always crawling about
a relative, a friend, someone with clout
Worry about the weather, children
the things we doubt
And we hear the voices that often shout
the screaming, the yelling 
the complaints of a spouse 
But the thing i worry most about
is the thing I can do nothing about
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member SPROUTS

(a weedy problem)

They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants. ~ Dianne Benson
Sprouts without doubts Pretending to know the abouts, Ready to grow into louts Of the most nefarious sort~ Useless as fuzz on the spouts, Tedious noise-maker flouts, Sending flowers into the pouts.
Form: Acrostic

Lost Star

Do you not hear my heart felt cries?
The gentle wind
                underneath the moonlight sky

Do you not sense my fears and doubts?
Where the clouds
                are drifting to its where abouts

Do you not taste my tears that stream?
Wanting that nice weather to redeem

Do you not feel my jagged scars?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars

Too far to ease my quiet fright
It's lost among the stars this night

Alone

Crafting illustrations of endless doubts,
Tirelessly exploring for those so-called peaceful where-abouts,

   Slowly illuminating those dark corners of paranoia,
Trembling as the shadows conspire into black-hearted Casanovas,

   Conforming to the consistent routine,
Abandoning yet another opportunity into the unchanging ravine,

   Idly watching the inevitable downfall to my sanity,
Questioning myself, "Or is this how I view Humanity?"
© Ty Price  Create an image from this poem.


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