Short Burrow Poems
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All of the regrets I try to burrow
I'll end up being in sorrow
Whenever I become hollow
I find myself crying in my pillow
The sorrow it’ll bring
Will leave burrow in my heart
I’ll learn to grow for sure
That my life is now
And tomorrow anew
The forest gallops
Through the night
The horsemen rides
Near candlelight
The mountains
Burrow deep inside
This ground
We whisper wind,
Without a sound
as the low tide sets
sand bubbler emerge burrow
quickly sifting grains
There was a sweet lass from Sassafras
Who each morn rode a large burrow to class
But once after school
Near killed a fellow pupil
Who remarked on the size of her ass!
The groundhog really doesn't seek his shadow.
He's peering out to find his Lady Love.
If she appears, he'll woo her to his burrow
And we can deal with winter here above.
By: Joyce Johnson
spongy mushroom land
a violets gentle smile
leaves on forest floor
squirrels cast aways
crucified pieces and bits
acorns and walnuts
waters turn over
fish burrow into the banks
novembers coming
Shadows on the sand; little crabs following mama.
Shadows follow everyone but, crabs can burrow to hide; I can’t.
It’s ok, my shadow is friendly with me but, crabs don’t know that.
Ask me a question
don't ask to ask me a question
Tell me crawling little lies
that burrow inside
Squirming tingles
I can't keep the secrets
i have let go
Trust rusts and ruts
Lies idles slides ides
march
As Time Goes By
Each grain of sand
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun.
Stale, summer
Heat.
Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I.
An obsession,
Now a memento
Of dark complexion,
Stiffened surprises.
I burrow into the
Pill case now
With no more than
An ant farm
In my pocket.
As I see a leaf fall apart
I see the love that depart
The roads are paved with stones like needle
I always walk through pain that moodle
Oh God deliver thy happiness
Give me sorrows
For that I am from the burrow
Ecclesiastical is this
Problem now.
And I wish to expel
Sentiments of fluff
that flounder and burrow
So sugary but
Stale is the taste
You spilled on my
Palette.
As the time ticks
Fast and furious
I deserve an escape.
‘neath the fear of man and joy of mate,
bequeath thy death and burrow thy fate-
‘tis a filament of life strung straight,
bestowing a trait... of death too late
2.18.20
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
working are the ants
midst new summer month burrow-
ing tunnels collect-
ing gleaning shares foods
substances underground in
--terstate commerce
6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Stale, summer
Heat.
Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I.
An obsession,
Now a memento
Of dark complexion,
Stiffened surprises.
I burrow into the
Pill case now
With no more than
An ant farm
In my pocket.
autumnal colors
close neighboring planet skies
equinox sunsets
red hue leaves tussle
woodchuck pops from its burrow
dog sniff, yelps in pain
quiver across limbs
perching mockingbird's mimic
nightly shooting stars
9/18/2024
Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow
The past gives me goosebumps, to think about in detail, not to hover over the pits like a
feather, but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases, to unpeel the half healed
wounds and to pour salt on the cuts that are red and angry.
Form:
Silently he moves,
secretive by nature,
cautious by design,
startled by sudden movement,
dashes to safety,
watchful in his burrow,
tricked by skeletal shadows
of overgrown grass,
hunger pangs his insides,
ignored,
greater his will to survive.
Pat, pat, pat,
He's my wombat,
Wee Winky is his name,
Pat, pat, pat,
Wee Winky sat,
He really is quite tame.
Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's just awoke,
Winky's such a sleepy head,
Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's a hairy bloke,
A burrow is his bed.
Sleep with me
burrow beneath the quilts
skin to skin
a scandal in mid day
rest with me
lull me with your deep breathing
hold me
your arms just right around me
how we fit together so perfectly
dozing I know
the light is seeping away
we are floating
Form:
Aww, a blanket of men
With 18 hands
And happy feet
Around me stands
By smokey fires
Like a hippy
And keep me warm
When it gets nippy
Deep inside the penguin pile
Absorbing love, burrow and smile
18 arms and 18 legs
8 men and one happy egg :-)
From my porch
Wrap up with extreme-cold weather clothing
The January sun bathes weakly through the early morning grounds
I seek alone by such astonished far-fat mountain-side
When some dared rabbits at burrow doorway gazing
Like a thief at the overheated clouds!
burrow of silence,
empty links worn - crimson flaws;
fearing bare hallow lone tracks-
veering with precision...
to reveries of persian ore
SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Written: August 13, 2019