Short Choppy Poems
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short
choppy
dialogue
War
women
bullfights
and wine
Early morning
backyard
shotgun
a perfect ending
I am an ocean. Quiet and calm on the outside,
But throw a stone and I become choppy, obnoxious, and full of ripples.
I am the ocean.
strong wind blows in water choppy
waves crash on rocky shore
sun comes out all is calm
P.R.Deremer
serious vagueness to choppy doubt ,
always an affliction .
prolonged this will burden !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
A Charlieku
Sailing
Choppy seas,
Adventurous!
Sailing
Concrete seas,
Irritating.
Sailing
Dreamtime seas...
Sensational!
The tide has turned on us.
All of what we had is slowly fading,
I can feel you drifting
Further and further away from my heart.
The sea has been choppy too long.
We shelter secrets, holding them close
and encrypted. Hidden truths,
like submerged rocks that create
snapping undercurrents and choppy,
white-capped rapids for navigating affinities.
emotions sailing in choppy waters
onward to isles of seclusion
passion dinghies released
seeking anchors of expression
securely beached
exploring wisdom shores
/Blind meting. / Invisible touch. /
/The Sharp. / Voyager beyond the sea./
/Letters into the bottle, / in choppy waters. /
/Remembers, / Frames, /Cold spring. /
/Dreams framed/ in wind travels. /
Life's a die that has been cast,
a sometimes choppy ocean, vast.
Life's a circle, too, I'm told.
I gaze upon it as I grow old,
from a dusty wooden hull,
a circle, inscribed in a quadrilateral.
When you sail a sloop in slop,
be prepared to stop, regroup;
time spent on the choppy seas
throws you for a loop, makes wobbly knees.
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On a bright sunny day
The waves of the lake
Rushes to the shore
The children jumps
the waves
Sailboats are in the water
Enjoying to sail
with the wind
Together the sailboats
are one
On the choppy water
Rain is a lull on choppy afternoons.
Storms are enlightening clarities through fog.
Thunder is the words we say before we go in for the kill.
Lightning is the final blow.
Water is passion, wrath, and chaos.
In many ways, water is us.
Ambiguous times,
Sudden bursts with flares and blinks,
Sirens heard for miles.
Disorderly days,
Choppy waves crash on ones shore,
Some just sit and wave.
Frenzied souls weeping,
Violation eats away
At all that once was.
By: Sabina Nicole
Foreboding storm clouds sail in fast
Gale force winds touch shore
Lighting strikes the choppy waves
Rain begins to pour
The sky turns dark and menacing
Palm trees sway and bend
The howling wind is deafening
We pray this storm will end
Cool gray
Warm tones
Damp sand and speckled stones
Sleepy sky
Lazy haze
Falling into ocean’s gaze
Thunderous roll
A whisper still
Endless water’s blurring thrill
Choppy wind
Cooling skin
Soothing self from within.
Written 1/9/20
Form:
Above the choppy,
viewed from
behind the glassy
winded and floppy.
He observes the flossy
dark black rolling
white and frothy.
Salt filtered manes blown
acrossy limpits rocky
trapping olde anchors rusty
amongst filleted fishy
AN ALLITERATIVE ABC
always abridge ascribe and amplify an adsorbable affliction andiron again
buttress by backsliding but brandish bent bigotry
credibly crumpled choppy cocopa can campanulate caring catoptric centrocercus crabbedness
We stutter, lisp and clutter
We are not vocal – mute…
We can be choppy, mumble words
Impaired rhythm, be automatic…
Distort our sounds, substitute, omit
Or string together made-up words…
And all impediments forgiven
But God forbid – to tell the Truth!
Clarion calm sea
right before thunder;
A man wave boarding,
teens sit catching rays;
An emerald gleams;
No sweat beading
on my iced drink;
Time moves gently,
I am spellbound;
Waves fly up
choppy, bright;
A storm rise;
The tide’s
moods swing
big.
The ocean above our heads is choppy, cold and everlasting.
It glows
with the crescent, the stars and its nubian beauty.
A Nubian beauty akin to yours my lover.
Let's strike out on that sea, let's climb that trellis and
Show the earth a nova, strike them blind upon it!
Form:
Hunger, gelid, frigid, no nighty,
In a long coldly winter night,
Needy for a so big woodpile
In dark, solo I had to chop
Details are good chop --
sticks chum pal up --
marks choc-ice !!!
Choppy choosy !!
Wood not woo !
Cook not coo !
Warming,
fire up,
heat,
fill,
by
These high waters are worse than choppy
Scary roller coasters they copy
Our vessel tossed like a sailboat
We can barely stay above or afloat
This storm is the worst I’ve ever seen
It makes my stomach feel green
I am too ill to primp or preen
Tossed and turned like a kidney bean
60s Cool
Level choppy, way cool fool,
Hand slices the air, horizontal, cruel,
{breathe, level choppy man}
Way-cool of dudes, controls the day,
If you aint cool? Depart I say,
way-of-cool doth rule,
Capisce ok …
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2X8D2_TaPc
Since I do not relish spending time
with sails aloft
in Satan's choppy waters.
I will seek to lay anchor,
in the stillness
of God's sheltered cove.
As one who knows
the worth of prayer,
I choose to use each calm day,
in preparation for life's storm
that invariably will follow.