Short Behaves Poems
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Thunder growls in the distance herald storms;
Dark clouds sneaking across sky
They’re up to no good.
i like my waves
how they behaves
cause how they waves
just makes my days
the sun a shining
on the waves
makes for such
a happy craze
Baker Bob brought breakfast biscuits
To big, bad Bennie Barker's bed.
Bob believes, sadly, that Ben behaves badly
Because Barbara Barker rarely bakes bread.
Form:
What is the matter
She will be message sent
A rose would be lost
There be found
Pure and delicate I believe
She is like a rose
The sun She obeys
Like a rose She behaves
Once there was a man called Easter Ethics
behaves in a mischievous teasing way, critic
“heat and fun motivates
if mutual trust is active”
bloody! ethical rascals amaze writers by critique.
Human is wise never counts a size,
Seeking always prize but behaves Mize,
Looking better rise never cares what dies?
Honesty needs to teach us a lesson,
He kicks with thighs and speaks lies.
Who R You
To know a friend to know a fiend
There is only the R in between
One behaves in love so it seems
The other wants to kill your dreams
Again I say to know a friend is to know a fiend.
It's time for a showdown.
I saw him at the hoedown,
flirting with Missy Brown.
No wonder I have a frown.
He behaves like such a clown
when he's out on the town.
I'll whack him on the crown.
That'll bring him back down
to Earth with a bang!
It's a seventeenth-century term for a young man
lazily wasting time nothing better to do than
to hang; used by an older person
who's talking about a young person
who behaves boldly despite being inexperienced man.
~X~X~X~
feeling hurt, we forgive
healing heart, that we live
noble act of doership
tact of one-upmanship
if all one, who remains
save bliss squall, free of chains
each behaves, as ordained
thus knaves too, are unstained
18-August-2021
ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/5/25
Special
Tenant wanted
Suitable applicant
Is responsible and behaves
Check marks to bookworms over butterflies
No drama, visitors, or noise
Nice-sized room is furnished
Landlord's hamlet
Special
A child gets hurt
He screams... He cries
It may seem to him he's about to die
An adult gets injured
He shrugs it off... He's no creampuff
He's got a job to do -- He's gotta be tough
Ask yourself two questions honestly
Who's got more sense? Who behaves stupidly?
I fell in love by the sea
My heart was swept away
Only to be set free
Riding waves
And raging torrents
Funny how life behaves
Caught in a net of wonder
I search the stars
And my heart grows fonder
You kissed me in the moonlight
You held me close
Our love illuminated by starlight.
each soul in as identity
be it manifest as form or not
as long as it behaves as an ego
feeling incomplete nurtures desires
thus presupposes separation from God
which is delusion borne of ignorance
representing the human condition
spoken of as our fall from grace
redeemed by purifying heart
Hours merge, when mind fictions past
When eyes connect' the mirror's to pass
Then passion behaves, an' tickle waves
For happy days' and memories phaze
Along the now' and all fate' and vow
It takes my heart to what-ever of art
Of joy, an' laughter' a slice of wonder
A tender of thought to days I wrote
July 3rd 2017
Souls are saved
By Michelle Morris
17/01/2021
Clarity of voice
Honesty by choice
Integrity of vision
Faithfulness in decisions
Hunger for righteousness
Angelic kindliness
Humanity is guided
Godliness finds us
Leading by example
Heaven is sampled
Humanity behaves
Souls are saved
© Michelle Morris, 2021
A frog when behaves like humans .
Makes me imagine a different world.
A frog when jumped into the pond.
Fills the heart with a joy of aliveness.
When he searches for his food.
Takes me to the view of his life.
When he catches his food.
Shows me his struggle.
When he caught by a snake.
Makes me feel sad as his end comes near.
Nice lake like serene
Serene a dream still waters
Gardens of solitude
All is pleasant, a still day
The passion of pristine undisturbed
The flutter of wings a bird sings
In tranquil Sedate tones
Then a sudden burst of quiet
It entered as nothingness on
The wings of butterflies
Here is how QUIET behaves
At times with complete silence
Trickest part of the truth
Ye it has three sides
Your side, their side and
my side
The truth speaks with a
huge cost_
The King not telling
the truth
behaves like a wounded buffalo!
He purposely harm those
telling the truth
Jesus Christ was led away_
killed for standing
for the truth
By Chipepo Lwele
In defence of truthful standards
The lecturer behaves
in such an intimate way
not taking the standard distance
that is derived from the
model of aristocracy,
innate superiority
parenthood.
The students believe
cracks in the demeanor of the teacher
mean that knowledge,
power,
the power of knowledge
is going to leak
like warm gas
and that the teacher will deflate
hissing onto the classroom floor.
You start out thinking wisdom
arrives with trumpets and fanfare,
maybe even a marching band.
Instead it shows up quietly,
disguised as misplaced keys,
creaky knees, and better priorities.
You learn to savor the slow days,
the soft chairs,
the way sunlight behaves in late afternoon.
And here’s a truth no one mentions:
the older you get,
the more you look out your house windows.
noticing mood oscillation
diminishes not elation
being but rise and fall of waves
with pain and joy, heart’s flirtation
in staid stillness, ego behaves
no longer of dark desires raves
we are the witness, in bliss mode
love the sole cure, that always saves
oh hermit, carry not fear’s load
in cave of heart is God’s abode
there’s no door; we’re always welcome
His love and light, here now download
The somber nightfall
Always perplexed me
Seems so simple,
But so complex
So calm,
But quite terrifying!
It behaves as
A indecisive psycho
It never knows
What to be
Constantly changing
Personality
Safe and trusting,
Scary and sketchy,
Peaceful and explicit,
Kinky and wrong!
Bright and warm,
Dark and frigid.
It holds all these characteristics,
But what it will be tonight,
Remains a mystery...
Form:
Surf’s up,
Heads are down,
Timing their move,
Concentrated frown,
Salt lips,
Hard swallow,
Adrenalin pumping,
There is no tomorrow,
The white horses charge,
Their chariots follow,
Surfing speeding waves,
Above a spray crested hollow,
For just a few seconds,
Taming the waves,
Anticipating the way
That nature behaves,
With triumphant abandon,
And balance supreme,
Living the moment,
Living the dream …
Drift through the ephemeral sea of fantasy
When the ink melts, the pen behaves scantily
Dewdrops are our delight, fresh and pearly
My lack of chatter protects me from vanity
However, I am not a hopeless case of insanity
I'm buried, however, in my distorted chastity
Treatment for emotional clarity and sanity.
Written: December 27, 2022
BRIAN STRAND no 1165 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand