Short Alerted Poems
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Red Ryder had a BB gun
That Playboy bunnies could outrun
Their fluffy tails
Alerted males
A Little Beaver is more fun!
My name is Spenser
No dog is denser
I'm not well smarted
But I'm big hearted
If you was hurted
I'd be alerted
And I'll come racing
To lick your facing.
On the last seat of a school bus
A boy and girl were making a fuss
Driver was alerted
Attention diverted
Hit a pole causing one last thrust
The summer hasn't really begun in Earnest
That's where I met a girl with whom I flirted
I'm such a silly
Brain got willy nilly
Pregnant she got, sadly her husband was alerted
lonely were his days
a ridiculous sameness
unfulfilled always
never volunteered
never helped anyone else
never liked himself
drifted into death
mailman finally missed him
alerted the police
the bell rang in a sharp chime,
piercing the viscid night slime,
and alerted many nearby,
who were busy in crimes,
they bolted and ran,
and vowed to keep the bell in mind,
the next time they did the crime.
My son went for a checkup, wound up in emerge
Docs were alerted, thought he might be on the verge
He's only fifty-two
Has a stressful job beaucoup
Tests proved negative but caution should be urged
Ding Dong,
jingle,
twang,
Boom Boom,
Whooom,
Tring,
with a sting,
thud thud,
peeen,
he was keen,
just on these sounds,
they trained his brain,
alerted it full,
he knew it came from his toys,
it was how,
he grew from a toddler to boy.
With a loud hoot it alerted, with resounding clangs it boomed
The people were informed, that it had arrived
A lot in its stomach it carried,from far away it transported
To the city it headed,when all at the station boarded
The Express Train was soon gone.
When I swore
Not to hold the sea in my eyes;
My hands alerted me
to wait another 66 years of fight!
When I swore
Not to hold the wind in my hands;
My eyes drifted me away
To the shore were almond tree
Sleeps tight under my skull
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
My Charms disarmed, a panic alarm-
A Signal that something's wrong
Oh, how I fear I'll fall to harm,
And question where I belong
All the talk, their root and stalk
Grows in Sadists' soil
We planted seeds in wicked weeds,
And were fruitful with our toil
Alerted, deserted; no method asserted-
While vile vines uncoil!
Neck-craning grey goose,
Alerted head half-turned;
An eye fixes me.
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Madly racing Swifts,
Screaming loudly cloud to cloud,
Scythe through the hot air.
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Autumn, why approve
The harvesting for your yet
Unfinished produce?
The walk was pleasant, wrapped in memories of your fondness,
I alerted my mind when it chased after sadness.
You lived your life spreading joy far and wide,
And left this world before age could take its sly stride.
My heart is content with the time you spent here,
And I thank the universe for this precious treasure.
Five red pencils,
Fighing in the class.
First one said,
I am bigger than you are.
The second one said,
I am the strongest.
The third one screamed,
I write so well.
The fourth one interrupted,
Excuse me guys, I look so well.
The fifth one alerted,
Keep quiet, teacher is on the way.
Date of submission: 21/05/2021
The faerie who almost got caught
Was trembling when the writing hand
Almost knocked her out of her
Inkwell hiding place.
Her heart beat wildly.
She had to put her hand over
Her mouth, so she would not
Scream. Which should have
Alerted me to her hiding place,
Me being psychic and all,
But it didn’t.
Well-done, faerie.
Well-done, indeed!
He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.
As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.
When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.
Flashing lights emergency,
The police cars in a row.
Ask what’s going on and hear
That no one seems to know.
Fire engines block the street;
Cars have been diverted.
Soon the press trucks will appear,
Once they have been alerted.
Just another New York day,
Though tourists stand there gawking;
Natives give a glance and then
We shrug and keep on walking.
A spray that glistened brightly in the sun
alerted us to what lay just below.
So close was he, we thought we’d surely run
headlong, colliding with a forceful blow.
And then, as if to say I’m not yet done,
his tail appeared: a curtain call for show.
We braced, assuming we were impact-bound;
instead, leviathan commenced to sound.
Looking up into the pristine blue,
With cumules egg-shell white,
A liberating vision,
Geese in their yearly flight.
In their V shap formation,
Necks outstretched to the wind,
Each similar in size and color,
Unable to tell gander from hen.
Their honking vibrations,
Alerted others to upward seek,
For it is a privilege,
To sight the Canadian geese.
What is this thing over my head?
What alerted me to this wing span...
and why do I long to fly with you?
Blue heron, you do not sink
you amaze my very eyes
I, rise to reach you.
And here you are, me too.
and some cursed ghost makes three.
Well...I liked the hair on your arms.
You liked my dark eyes.
At some invincible point.
all is gone. Done.
One fact though, mother
could sing Leonard Cohen.
Hah.
Remember you were told
To always remain bold
While walking the Path of Gold;
To not let self be down rolled
But the Yellowish Thing hold…
Gold mere blacksmiths would remold
And by simple jewelers controlled.
So, never before Gold
Accept that you’re old
Nor shiver like The Cold
Nor like Autumnal Leaves fold
A just alerted cuckold!
To have a boat poled
To a good length
From no glittering Gold
Comes the strength.
An intermittent sound
Alerted my inner ear
Spurring me into wakefulness
As my name formed crystal clear
Theresa, Theresa, Theresa.
Repeatedly in tune
Urging my reaction
One morning in early June
I awoke to hear chirruping
So insistent in bird refrain
Guarding it's perch dutifully
To arouse me was it's aim
My curtains threaded sunlight
Heralding life anew
Another day thus realised
As away my messenger flew.
Candied flowers spread their petals
Ready to embrace a coming fall
Of weathered drops from thundered skies
Gaining attention of the lilacs' brawl
Branches sway alerted from apprehending trees
Birds cry, "Something to gain! Something to gain!"
While wind channels sweeten the breeze
Hence, luring in the rain
"Hail, for it comes!", shouts thundering clouds
And a new rainfall was born
Adding kin to the river's shroud
All during this Sunday morn.
The flashing lights alerted us
That something was awry,
With rescue trucks preventing
Any traffic getting by.
Adjacent to the river, there were
Police upon the scene
And rubberneckers focusing
On something not routine.
My curiosity aroused,
But blocked by all the crews,
I googled the location but
There wasn’t any news.
The light turned green; we drove on through
And never found out why.
It must’ve been somebody’s,
But was not my day to die.
From the science I finally pulled out,
After my homework unleashed a shout:
An All-Times The Strangest Graph;
To our Physics Teacher, “Perfect Chaff…”
And it made the poor gentleman weep;
Awkwardly try something like a laugh,
His skin beginning to creep;
Tried though he to make it cowhide tough…
For a whole week, a graph was a secret
But later alerted the A solemn Staff
For being humorless evidence quite concrete
I had a target mi, by greater half.