Short Bedsheet Poems
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Closed eyes, whiskers sweet.
Fur angel, on my bedsheet.
Till a bird sings, tweet.
Rhymed Senryu
2-12-2021
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Categories:
bedsheet, imagery,
Form:
Senryu
I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
Categories:
bedsheet, confusion, dream, drink, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
I can’t be
sharing
my body
with you
who’s now a shallow pool
though the room is offices
I can hear them panting now
his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
your CEO
I’m quite
resistant
to reform
proposals
Categories:
bedsheet, adventure, age, allusion, anger, angst, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Shape
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
Brash stars shimmering in the heat,
challenging house lights on our street.
Riding the Moon to the bedsheet,
wishes bounce on my pillowcase.
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
Categories:
bedsheet, emotions, feelings, space, star,
Form:
Triolet
Our love is spread out on the bedsheet.
Bombshell dropped, tick tick clock,
Fled to the exit, she's still on the bedsheet,
I hover back to rendezvous,
Blast, her arms are in front of my feet; doomed.
Seriously, I had fun but poor time I ran first,
otherwise,
I would have been front of her feet and
she would be thinking of an exit to meet her new. Right?
Categories:
bedsheet, abuse, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
"Trick or Treat!"
"Why are you standing in the street?"
"I'm a Hobo with smelly feet." He He
"Trick or Treat!"
"Who are you suppose to be?"
"I'm Picnochio!"
"But you have a cheerio around your nose!"
"Trick or Treat!"
"I like the classic bedsheet."
"Trick or Treat!"
"who are you suppose to be?"
"I'm Frankenstein. My son here is Einstein,
and my wife Caroline has come as my concubine!"
Categories:
bedsheet, funny
Form:
Free verse
Oil on paper, skies are grey
It’s a windy autumn day
I see linens on the line
Bedsheet swings behind the vine
There's your shirt of navy blue
And my sweater of green hue
And it was so long ago
Where now do we belong?
I’m not sure I can tell
Memory can’t serve that well
Can you recognize the place?
Did we really leave a trace?
Oil on paper, V&A
Sunrays flash impales the grey
Linens, swinging on the line
Through the foliage of time.
Categories:
bedsheet, destiny, places, remember,
Form:
Rhyme