Short Balcony Poems
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There are so many flowers on my balcony!
There is so many sky above my balcony.
My loved August will arrive here soon.
i am surprised by
a full moon this evening, still
above the telephone post
- in admiration of full moon outside balcony
whistle dentist ties bounds
jewells rate capture mourning ear
balcony right sings doom
accordion flies
harvest room miss bows
Evening is sweaty
Jasmine is yet to blossom
Cool white lean lissome
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April17, 2016, Kolkata, Evenfall
On opening eyes
Looking, balcony I glimpse
Inverted by sight
Viewing naked silhouette
Emerge do I, excited
.
I see a sharp spark
breaking through hotel curtain
awakening me
startled I jump up
open balcony door and
inhale ocean's mist
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
Such an engrossing film it left Oscar snoring in the balcony.
12/14/2018
One Liner – Entertainment Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
A lady I know is quite busty
A size which doth make men grow lusty
Her cleavage display
Emboldens the gay
No worries they'll ever get dusty!
My balcony called to me.
The sun came out for afternoon tea.
We bonded in quiet harmony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
apricot tea in Thailand
breakfast fruit set up on balcony
welcoming rain greeted us
I felt grateful that I had come
this gentle ambiance worth remembering
A woman ran into the balcony
Husband ran behind yelling... “Stop, Honey
Why are you so dumb?
Kindly do not jump
Our car’s right below, think of the money”!
Sheba walked outside to her Caribbean balcony
reliving the best day of her life
wondering if the entire world had changed
today when she became a bride and a wife
Here you come streaming in
up the balcony into my home.
Filling the corners of my room
with beautiful, beautiful,
sun light....
gifts Romeo rose —
he sees beauty not the thorns;
Jule’s, the angel’s light
crepuscular moon with grin
tiptoe reach will kill the mood
11/3/2020
From balcony, watch stars-
Gems stuck in diadem.
I wonder where hides Mars.
Moon spills light on the floor.
Down, city is abuzz.
Like ants, move in rows, cars.
The deer stand under the balcony
With looks plainly saying "please feed me".
They invade our gardens
Without 'beg your pardons'
But still expect to get meals for free.
Covidy Covidy
Donald the President
Stood on the balcony
Out of his mind
Muttering matters most
Incomprehensible
Still looking beautiful
Lit from behind
© Gail Foster 6th October 2020
fog rolls across the landscape
white pines disappear
enslaved by morning mist
from my balcony
hazy thoughts tumble down stairs
pandemic bound
Bite Size Poem No15 Contest
by Line Gauthier
Want to come stand on the balcony with me?
Look at the lights as we stand over the city.
It's cold outside, so you can barrow my sweater...Actually keep it.
I think were going to grow old together.
Form:
mauve pink orange blue
intoxicating sunrise
etched upon my eyes
Written 24th February 2019 - After witnessing the most exquisite sunrise from my balcony
Contest Brian's Select 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
Shattered pieces of chocolate pot
Aftermath of the fierce struggle
Scattered in the balcony
Represents how a heart
Is broken without
Putting a hand
Above the
Scared wife
Face
July 1, 2017
so purple and black
balcony is graced with charm
unusual blooms
quiet street below
fragrance here in the moonlight
raptures of the dark
in their private space
underneath the milky stars
so wantonly lush
It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...
Here have I not a cage,
But a caritas thermonest,
There in my balcony it stands;
So when garden withers it leaves,
And fields have no mustard of grain,
Remember my balcony as your fortress
And fly boldly to your grains and warmness