Short Blanks Poems
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Blank paper, blanks the mind
Mental toil
Then thoughts flow, writing starts
Story grows
Turn the page
Blank paper, blanks the mind
Trumps White House was short
A light bulb, leader, and class
But longer on blanks
10/6/22
SIMPLY SENRYU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
N/A
There once was this lady I was desiring
Upon meeting she became so damn tiring
She kept me up all night
And fatigued I took fright
I hope that it was blanks I was firing
hoist the flag
light the lamp
of pure love
we are tired
let thoughts rest
it’s hearts turn
fill the blanks
in our life
with bliss mists
17-February-2023
Tricube
whiteness - a canvas
draws blanks but the brush mothers
the infantile mind
the out of reach christmas lights
her babe’s primary colors
12/7/2022
Contest: BiteSize Poem no56
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Poetry ~ a short story with extra blanks for the reader to fill in
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest ONE LINER sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on March 23, 2018
Yes, I'm talking to you.
Don't leave me hanging
Like a shirt on a hook
Or a man in a game.
Fill in the blanks;
Don't make me die.
I need an answer
Before I get hung
And I never learn
What it is you wanted to say.
Yes, I'm talking to you.
I take each and every day as it comes
one at a time every day
and try to sip in the good the bad and the ugly
all in a single gulp
and fill in the blanks
i don't worry about the past
course that was yesterday
i do my best and leave the rest
to the most high
To go afar, to see and feel and breathe the places never seen by man
To adventure ones’ self, to test one’s skills, to do what one can
To blaze a trail, and make your personal mark, the axed tree oozing sap
To leave footprints on the virgin ground, to fill in the blanks on the map
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
there are so many things
i want to tell you
i'm sorry for saying i'm sorry with teary eyes
and raged breath
i want you to know that i regret
walking away, i bet
you are much more happy now
and if you'd let me write
a poetry of you and me
you will only see blanks
that only both of us
can fathom
Tires my emotions,
I'm left with dry vociferations..... (vocabulary(?))
Blanks my mind,
And severs my dictations.
Steals my thoughts,
And rapes my mind.
Breaks and violates,
Privacy shut down.
Feelings closed off,
Barred, avoiding judgement.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
Form:
A Walrus Who Was a Blond
All of the moments started to get tense
Watching Wilson the Walrus have a rinse
After, his new color he had grown fond;
He was no longer grey and became a blond.
Chuckle, chuckle.
So you fill in the blanks. How do you like
my original idea. Pretty cool, Huh???
socks and shoes
peanut butter and jelly
bread and butter
salt and pepper
stop and go
black and white
rooty tooty
addition and subtraction
multiplication and division
bride and groom
mom and....
sister and.....
teacher and.....
grandma and......
some pairs so obvious. we can all fill in the blanks.
Sometimes I miss you.
The music from the speakers the only thing to fill the blanks of a rotating fan.
The rhythm to ease the silence.
Remembrance of how you sound,
Sometimes I miss you.
Negating myself with quick tugs & pulls.
I hang at your leisure.
Drawn to life at the rise of your head
I am lost without you
my mind is a jumble,
a kaleidoscope of colors
capturing me so I cannot escape,
each time I look for a door,
I am stopped by a force of
Crayola sentries holding onto
spear-like paint brushes
threatening to insert me into
a jumbo coloring book where
I will turn into a mindless
page of fill-in-the-blanks with
a picture to color
A cold world
Ice covering your soul,
Loneliness…
A frigid wind chills your bones
As your heart slows
Your blood freezes inside your veins
Your skin numbs
You become unreachable
Lost in your own nothingness!
Your mind blanks
As darkness surrounds you!
A cold hand on your neck
Exhausting the warmth of life…
Death consumes you!
I hate paperwork it never makes any sense
Organization is for others, not for me. I dislike it.
Paperwork is something I do not do
Unless I am writing a poem, a song, or a cheer.
Unless I am drawing a cartoon or a comic strip.
Paperwork? Not me. Not ever. Not in my repertoire
Unless it is creative paperwork, not filling in someone else's blanks.
"Blank"
Tearing at my eyes.
The sounds of the city,
The echoes of the drums.
Flickering Sun,
Black and blue minutes.
When you beat time,
You can see through the expressions,
And see each moment in the eyes of the people.
But the snap back to reality,
Brings the unwanted thoughts of loss,
Of all the beauty that stopped,
And the blanks that everyone saw.
With each blank slate
You test your fate:
You screw up once?
Still stand a chance!
You screw up twice?
Comes with a price!
The fourth, the fifth?
You're screwed therewith!
Your strikes go on?
You get withdrawn
From taking part
In a fresh start!
Despite all thanks
There’re no more blanks!
Chances you blew
Will now screw you!
February 7, 2023
Storm's brewing inside
Idea of being behind
Like a needle in a haystack
You seek, I hide
So-called friends were here
but now, where?
Years of realization,
led to one conclusion
Convenience over you
An option, quite true
Knowing it late
but hey, no hate
I won't be around
fill the blanks throughout
Using the lid
'cause I'll be off the grid.
Alright words i am taking your hand
Fill the blanks
Make me feel
Lay yourself before me verse
All poets of the saunter
These words pick themselves
in dishevelled moments
between false and the idea of something
Kiss the question marks
Applaud The Applause
The ampersand replaces at with @
I remember tears that never fell
and fell before i walked
and wrote before i spoke
I had plans
I planned to be normal,
A two up two down.
The occasional curry.
Night out on the town.
Was your life what you planned,
Or are you like me?
Fishing in waters
Way out to sea.
You can fill in the blanks.
Of what’s appropriate for you.
Are you where you thought you’d be.
Or have you no clue?
I planned to be normal…
How still the waters rage
In stillnesses of day
Moving tranquil on their way
Across the placid page,
While simmering beneath
In silent, stormy stare
The torrent underneath
In boiling cauldron glares –
Between the lines the blanks
Bespeak in volumes swept
Words unheard in all their strength
Speak, where they are kept
Beneath the calmness of the page –
How still the waters rage –
ENOUGH OF DICTUMS ..
SEE THE HARM OF DAMNED WOLVES ..
DESPITE THE WORK OF VICTIMS ..
SEE WELL
AND
STAND STILL ..
OBSERVE THE BLANKS
YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FILL ..
ALLOW NOW THE TEARS TO FLOW ..
BUT ENOUGH ..
ENOUGH
OF RECEIVING
THE MANY A DAGGER AND BLOW ..
CONTINUE THE LIONS WORK
DESPITE pigs and hyenas
AND THOSE WHO DO NOT INTEND
TO FEEL OR UNDERSTAND.
CHOKRI OMRI