Short Catapulting Poems

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Premium Member Lethal Sticks

Catapulting ice falling from my roofs gutters dangerous to all. Don’t walk or stand beneath it; or you may end up impaled!
Form: Tanka


Premium Member A Viewing Party

Catapulting projectiles; crystal balls, raining down, plop themselves upon a soft green sofa to watch the worldly circus arrive.

Premium Member A Viewing Party

Catapulting projectiles of crystal balls, raining down, plop themselves upon a soft green sofa to watch the worldly circus arrive.

Premium Member Here They Come Again

Conflagration, explosive jubilation, catapulting projectiles, colliding in motion; meteors in party mode.
1/15/2020 STRAND SELECT 11,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest Brian Strand

Astronomical

ASTRONOMICAL tempo of the ocean drama of the season planet acrobatics catapulting streamlining generating speed how… extravagant our drunken heart needs seem © Kim van Breda—10 December 2015


River Line

Splashing in invigorating beads of perspiration
Blasphemous pouting over grievances, neigh retirement
Itchy foaming kiss, yoked in tumult, dispersed in action 
Catapulting inertia when ravishing tarry
While drenched, unquenched thirst raves belly of aqua's mine
Form: Verse

Premium Member Natures Message

Catapulting puffballs roam vast stretches of ocean; skeletal limbs reveal stories lost to time; rooted sage taking in the salty air; lungs filled to capacity, give birth to tenderness beneath heaven’s breast; life does not end, it only renews.

Premium Member Hanging On For Dear Life

A gust caught a giggle
Scooping me up above the tree line
 where the hot air balloons live
And the clouds play tether ball
Scattering the stars
Catapulting around Saturn 
Hanging on for dear life
As the dragon kite skimmed and skirted
 me back over the dewy grass
Dropping me like a note into my dreams

Premium Member Love Potion

Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion



AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Unpaid Invoice

The feel of anger when you cannot shout,
it can be enough to drive someone mad.
Do you know what I am talking about?
I’m aware fellowship can make you glad.
Finding support within a conjunct pout,
you run catapulting off that launchpad.
Still, it’s easier to unleash your voice,
deprived eats you like an unpaid invoice.

Premium Member 'new Depths With You'

If for every minute I thought of you
A wave should hit the shore
The ocean would be a perfect shade of blue 
These days I just want more
Like a treasure I need to explore
The depth of your very being
Generates this implausible feeling 
Catapulting me onto new terrain 
I can’t say that it is not pleasing
I hope that it will never wane...
Form: Dizain

Everlasting Stars

The ex's take the square and
another moment disappears
as the checkerboard plaid host
attempts a sophomoric joke
my eyes dusty from the 70's
painted on glitter spray
yawn as time won't slip away
into dreams of headstands
and pirouettes catapulting
into an air of floating hearts 
released from the jar along with
fireflies under everlasting stars
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

The Mystery of Music

Musical arrangements can impact our mood,
Minor keys sadden, while major keys unleash cheerful emotions.

The mystery lies in how it can resurrect feelings from deep within our soul,
Catapulting our memory to a certain place or a specific event.

It can transport our memory back to a point in time,
Unlocking how music impacts the soul remains mysterious.

Students At Work

Students at Work


See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Form:

Breaking Free

BREAKING FREE

Beautiful becomes ugly
Grace becomes a slave
LUST
Natural desire becomes unnatural
Catapulting out of control
Did not resist temptation
Opened wide the door
To the enemy of the soul

Must embrace the truth
Choose to be set free
Ask for forgiveness
Heartfelt repentance
Desiring to change
God’s grace is here
To walk in purity
Ugly becomes beautiful…

Rebirth

The last heartbreak

That last severed string

The desperate tug, once sliced

Sent catapulting into space

Where am I

What is this place

How is one born with tasted experience

Salty pain of innocence

Steady rain, sweet lovers tongue

Am I dying, is this death

Floating, spinning, stardust

Faster, steady particles, fall into place

Time, space, crashing

Reborn

Premium Member Frality Factor

Time place
scope and space
recover planning with
hazmat desires
actions by dissent 
proportions to unoutcomes
serial deliverance by
traveling non neural pathways
around psycho resilience via 
domestico-dysfunshun 
huma huma incestations fielding
familial inbred infestations
leading to blind intonations thereby
catapulting negative Ego equations.
Can we abide by selfless endeavors?

Premium Member Turbulent Night Storm-

~The summer rains Falling showering the water drops Splashing upon the grounds Spuns the urban soils Heaven bound drops falling The jagged lines of light In the dark purple sky The horizon explodes white bright The ground shakes The air moves thunder lights catapulting Spawning turbulent summer night storm~ 8/8/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Conception

formless 
open 
energy 
catapulting 
its 
thought 
through 
the universe 
sparking 
light's 
instant 
entryway
to 
the 
intersecting
slow motion 
crash 
of 
DNA 
its own 
universes  
beginning 
both 
the  
cause 
and  
the  
effect 
it 
informs 
from 
within 
and 
without 
its
new 
encasement 
of 
beating 
pulsating 
flesh 


Conception; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014

Premium Member Wearying Traval Vogonian-

O' weary a traveler am I, reign Grudge bugging Li catapulting again Meteor hritik traveling zrrr insane Absurd Milky Way pothole vrrr mundane Luteroberg mosiktoe growl zrrr complain Impaired space flights gravitate love vlane Galactic room slate mates deranged vrr plains Visits vor vat gobbles on try Titian v o b o g o i z e d disbane Verver vis v o g o n i z e d rain
4/27/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Premium Member Inside the mind of a SCORPIO

Solitary confinement of reasoning; progressively ignoring obsession 
Catapulting over ruthlessness; paradigms oblivious: seclusion 
Overwhelmed respect precisely infuses others': salient collusions
Relationships perpetually influence one's: solely conceptualized occlusion 
Precious inspiration overlaying: smiles calm outside reflection
Inception overtime: shadows collapse on repugnant practices
Organic: solidarity, composed offering refuge purposely, internally
Form: Acrostic

Sweet Release

Catapulting forever into oblivion
Height without measure…..infinite treasure
Weightless ecstasy….explosions of fantasy
Perfect exquisite test of my sanity
Reckless relentless haunting ache
Like crisp sweet apples against lips just awake
Juices like nectar collide and release
Multitudes of color….kaleidoscope fervor
Half lidded eyes…..shuddering sighs
Wanting only this memory, familiar but new
Floating on into infinity
Breathless realization of 
Catapulting forever into you
Form: Rhyme

The Dance

Sensuous caresses
down a wet back,
steam rises and falls
as breathing catches an ear - 
a sigh of desire
that pulsates,
reverberates,
convulses through a body
catapulting a soul to new Heavenly heights
and takes the body to depths
never before experienced...
 
Impassioned kisses
leave a moist trail,
rhythms erupt and pound
into a flavour of ecstasy - 
slower movements take over
hands touch
bringing the soul back
and the dance continues...
 
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014

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