Short Boarders Poems
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If you want to weep
in any of the rooms
of my empty heart,
and as all the boarders
between them are porous
you can weep in chorus
Let not good intentionality
Become a catastrophy.
Establish firm boarders,
Not becoming trespassers;
But living free and fearless,
Experience sleep, not restlessness.
Mirage! Mirage,
Why art thou in sight?
I hungereth for waters
And yonder, by the boarders,
An oasis I longeth to reach
I step forth
The oasis dances backward!
Is it the chase?
Well, that’s mine case
Oh mirage!
Why art thou in sight…..
Like a garden path,
Life has many turns
Bringing forth new beginnings
And new friends
We hold on lovingly
To old ones,
Like the sweet jasmine on the walls.
Renewing boarders with flowers,
Scents and colours,
The joy of which we are yet to know.
Form:
In a darken haze of days long past
In an empty soul who’s boarders vast
Emotions cloud the judgments mind
Pain does reach with words unkind
A rhapsody of endless joy
Beyond the great walls of troy
So here I sit and will always stay
Sitting here on sorrows bay
Form:
Christmas
lights everywhere
bring peace
Peaceful
angels look down
to earth
Earthly
delights bringing
many gifts
Gifting
those in need and
be kind
Kindness
comes from a heart
loving
Love that
has no fence or
boarders
******Richards express leaving the station******
11.30.2014
Contest: Musettle Train
On long summer days lets sit and talk awhile,
Making time for each other, endless conversation
( I think we could talk forever...)
Sitting in the garden,soothing cups of tea,
The sweet smell of boarders; brimming with colour.
Glasses full of lemonade, sun hats, happy smiles,
Endless girlish chatter, that's what friendship brings to mind.
I once lived on the Ocean's floor
and then I was harvested, and
left upon it's shores.
Even though I was made of rugged
apparel, signs are left within me
that shows I once made precious
pearls.
Once hidden by the Sea and now
the world can see my mystery.
I dress up gardens and flower
boarders. A new life for an Oyster
out of water.
I am not someone else's opinion of me.
I am not the product of someone else's lack of self-control.
I am not defined by my ACT score.
I am no longer pretty.
I am so otherworldly it's vaguely offensive.
I am fearless of the future and love without boarders.
I am magical.
I am important.
And no one can do anything to stop me from being who I am now and who I will become.
Like a cave witch colapsed
or a slave in the trash
breakin his back
to get through...
It's proved; over and over again
that boarders bring morders...
witch hoarders sort through again...
Who am i?
just a studpid guy
with useless time
i'm spiritually bruised inside...
and trapped.....
Like someone who lost there lif savings in craps...
or a wemon with no ovaries due to crabs..
relax...
we all trapped!
We number each syllable --
Forming, encasing the painting
Words; limited by our boarders
Now, framed for posting, the
Recital~ hung in the air --
Though freedom our purpose
Thus essence, every poem thought
Completed a testament of failure --
Great poetry, as all fond creations
Of deity we so admire, with feeble
Attempt wholeheartedly seek to grasp
And aspire --
Are ongoing stories…gone with the
Reaching….