Short Careworn Poems

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Premium Member Happier Times

Happier Times Miracle Man 2-27-2023 I find some days to be like parched corn, a few have smoothness of whipped cream. Many days when I am feeling careworn, I look to my past and begin to daydream.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Wallflower

On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit nor secure identity, 
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man 
asks her to dance, she must decline.
  
She struggles with an careworn heart
out of control, O what a dreadful toll!
How shall she reform her hapless pose 
so that, carefree, she may blossom like a rose?
Form: Quatrain

Wallflower

On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit nor secure identity, 
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man 
asks her to dance, she must decline.
  
She struggles with an careworn heart, 
out of control, O what a dreadful toll!
How shall she reform her hapless pose 
so that, carefree, she may blossom like a rose?
sad
Form: Verse

Wallflower (Repost)

On the edge she sits, a frail nonentity;
neither bloom nor spirit, nor secure identity, 
as forlorn and shy she trembles, a man 
asks her to dance, she must decline.
  
She struggles with an careworn heart, 
out of control, O what a dreadful toll!
how shall she reform her hapless pose 
so that, carefree, she may blossom like a rose?
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member a b c d e f g h

affable aardvarks amused arbitrators
brash brazen baboons enjoyed escalators
careless careworn camels circled sissy
dark dusky deputies danced until dizzy
eccentric entertaining elephants enthusiastically embrace
faithful fashionable forest foxes follow a feverish face
gloriously gleeful gorillas gallantly grab a griping grouse
happily, hopeful, they can share with hippos, a house
Form: ABC


Careworn Sun

Careworn sun


It was early Sunday morning. 
I saw a red sun struggling to get over a mountain range
and then it was morning.
A cat jumped up on a car roof, the vehicle's alarm 
sounded, blinking light that stopped after a little while
no one came out to investigate.
The silence was profound I could hear the town breathing 
rhythmically in and out, a dog barked but thought better
abruptly stopped.
The day with its opportunity, pleasure and grief began.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Gnarled

Grandmother rocks in rocking chair Her careworn hands at rest in lap Blue eyes bright she seems aware Overcome with sleep taking a nap. Beautiful embroidery lies neglected Gnarled fingers, painful, no longer agile Rainbow silk colours forgotten not selected Advancing years have made her fragile. Ancient love keeps grandmother company On lap faithful companion does gently purr Calico cat the colour of amber honey Rocking chair rocks neither will stir.
Form: Rhyme

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