Short Blistered Poems

Bruised and blistered 
a mind combated with the
harsh reality of time...

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Horizon blistered
with bursting white cloud patterns
the grass needs some rain....

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Scrapped myself across
obsidian finger tipped
tree tops
as the blistered red yawn
drags upon saliva skies
skin and bone
hanging empty doll
prone to be alone...

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A pelican called Pete,
Whom tuna, would not eat;
Flew down to hot sand,
Some sand crabs to land,
Now Pete has some very blistered feet!
...

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peering
into
the nightly 
abyss
a surprise
the guest
awaiting
gently
she reeled him
inward
down, down
putting
his blistered
wings
to her
smoldering
ire...

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To describe a house one lives in
	
is to talk of wood, blistered
by the sun, cracked into years
Resolute and aged
in the strength of its frame
firm upon the earth
in its history of being a house...

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   They gave Mister Biden a tongue-twister
   But his tongue got tangled and it blistered
      First he scowled peevishly
      Then he said sheepishly 
  “Thought I read ‘Kamala’ ~ tried to kiss her”
...

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Ice King
By Karl Marszalowicz

Null in the numbness
Defunct system collapsing
His blight in my hand

Abuses don't melt
Reliving a time of need
Cold words blistered me      
 
Crying icicles
Shattering a childhood
He liked me frost bit...

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keyboard
chasing ripples
through notes’ interludes,
pounding, drowning crushed love…
ebony

fingers
like tendrils
stiffen from refrains,
despair on moonless halls…
blistered




Dr. Ram Mehta's Cinquain Contest
by nette onclaud...

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she lay on
the bed like
a crucifix

i kissed
and licked
her blistered

feet annointing
my tongue with
smell and sweat

never to ever
forget that which
she has given me

sanctified
if it is her grail
time then i will

surely
drink her
dark red wine...

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I walk along these rocky shores
and wonder how many days i have more
if i were to die would you remember me
or would i be forgotten, cast out to sea

with all the darkness i have brought 
I've lost my way on this rocky shore
my eyes blistered, my heart torn
I'll leave these days for none to morn....

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I run on a super busy beach,   
high up the summer Sun misbehaves;
By and by pause to build sand castles,
nearby is ice cream but I smell waves;

Carefree I just play through every hour,
Aye!! Seaweed stuck all over my skin;
Fatefully fall asleep with a pail;
Sea daze leaves a blistered burn again....

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Bonarda?Twenty eight ripples 
counted , flow? actually, 
rain drops spare spaces.
?Newcastle darkened by windows,
shut,? a longing for short rope.
?Growing window boxes fell?, 
by taxis and the lost echoes?
Part time clocks between dead towers?Tick, 
through the eroded scraggy day?
Arrows flew blistered stray crows...

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Shoes

Support me on heavy sunken soil

Sanctify my journey’s secret solace

Save me from blistered scarred sorrow

Show my give and take in solemn stride

Sound the creaks and creeks of soft sojourn

Stipulate lunar sun-crested salvation on that

Shoestring of love passion sandalwood serenity

24th August 2016...

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Darkness

Give me darkness-
At least that’s honest-
I know where I am with it.
This brightness-
Blistered by the webs
Fouled by the coal dust
Is too awful to look at.
Darkness brings peace
To my eyes that are
Struggling in a confusion
Of shapes and shades.
Give me darkness-
Or else clean pure 
Whole unveiled light...

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pastel June roses
afternoon picnic baskets
hiking a mountain meadow
the wanderlust thirst
as open as the ocean
beneath a fair freckled sky

drunk on sunshine wine
sunburns and blistered noses
sticky glazed humidity
crowds of rowdy kids
traffic congested beaches
August comes, longing for fall

6/22/23

POTD ~ 6/24/23...

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Laborer and oxen are drawn
to slumber and to toil.
trodden fields of dawn
through basalt seeded soil.

A consistent daily chore
broken and blistered skin
farming out of folklore
the spirit from within.

An iron age passes by,
ploughed by tools of wood

Faces etched, livelihood.

(The traditional farmers of Nicaragua)...

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Love hurts 
Like words written on my body
It’s a foreign language 
One I had not yet felt
It was a beautiful cursive type
But it stung with every curl and swirl 
It laced my skin with a drug that I hadn’t yet heard of 
Every touch blistered me with a velvet kiss 
Love kills me but I can’t let go
I’m entwined with the heart ache...

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Her sensual walk can sway
with a subtle movements art
Her vision led me astray
heated and blistered my heart
Burning lips from hunger's abyss
melts away love's vaporous form
And expels each breathless kiss
upon trembling skin so warm
Tomorrow is a cold disguise
worn by my lonely eyes


1/13/18 contest 10 Lines 5 Words Rhyme II...

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A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture 
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature....

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I fight against  the wind
Hungering for the warmth of the sun
Waves beat against my body
Shredding my clothes into rags
Tears run down my face
Scorching and burning my cheeks 
Blistered dried lips hunger for a kiss
While a world of shadows passes me by
I become naked, bloodied from the winds 
Bearing my true self  to a sea of stone...

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Pioneered for extinction.

Engineered to be the cause.

I need not.

One prediction.

I feed my addictions.

That is my cause.

I need not.

Any pause.

I forward just to play.

Bleeding.

Eyes.

Blistered.

Lips.

So comes my fears.

With many tears.

Through every single.

Of my broken years.

I cry.

Where angels die....

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I 
wandered
restlessly
in the desert
as the sands of time
blistered my weary feet.
Then as the sun bled crimson
and night’s coolness washed over me,
I awoke! Again, that damn Sandman
had snatched slumber’s deepest comfort from me.


Written by 9/15/2014 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's "In the Desert" Poetry Contest...

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The force of bleeding words 
Traps helpless tears
Like rotting newspapers
Suspened from broken branches
Hanging laundry of lullaby memories
Gaurded
Hasty passages to destinations
That guarantee nothing
But indifference
Coarse sand soothes burnt souls
Abrasive to the center of passion
Where blistered hope cracks
and leaks more sorrow
Than the eyes betray....

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Leaves, green with sap of lush Spring trees
Flutter as branch bound butterflies,
Whistling tunes in Summer breeze
Backing cicada mating songs.

Well-seasoned leaves blistered with rust
Fly as pennants on Autumn limbs.
Much retired from recycling CO2
They rocked and rolled on Winter ground,

Rout-steppers marching in review,
Mulching forward with much to do....

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