Short Churns Poems
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Crimson red
It fills every man
Bubbling and pumping along it goes
Swooshing to icy fingers it flows
It billows and churns back to its meaty core
Stepping stone Nirvana,
a pathway through the maze
Temptation churns between the stones
—each tread fruition laid
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
My stomach churns - so sick of crying
Eyes wide with fear - at a loss
So many mistakes - now you're dying
So sorry - wish I could be the one you need
My stomach churns - so sick of crying
Eyes wide with fear - at a loss
So many mistakes - now you're dying
So sorry - wish I could be the one you need
the ocean churns and calms
with changing winds
never vanishing ...
true love is a lasting sea
rocked by winds of emotion
Head unbowed,
heart impaled
Memory old,
Celtic tales
Allegiance sworn,
fealty burned
Voices call
—freedom churns
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Donald Trump got hit hard on the head
When he tried to get Marge into bed
With his brain rearranged
He is somewhat deranged
Because now he churns butter instead!
The Grass Burns
As Butter Churns
Forsaken Earth
Mistaken Births
Humbled Art
Of Broken Hearts
None To Start,All To Starve
None To Part And All To Harm
All To Alarm,None To Disarm
A flash
Of lightening
Churns
My soul
My internal jyothi
Senses the palpitations.
The wick glows;
The lamp glistens!
~Sima Mittal
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Pulse races, palms sweat
Anxiety levels rise
Mind mixed, thoughts fixed
May be in disguise.
Stomach churns
Nauseate
Can’t wait anymore
need to know
Need to see
Behind that door
I claim
No blame
For air
Once clear
That burns
‘n churns
Of green
Latrine –
But you?
P.U.!!
10/24/16
For: Five Fabulous Footles Contest
(20 syllables)
fire inside burns,
seen in eyes, sensed in the words,
burns, churns poetry!
***
Winner III, Poetry Contest entitled "The Fire Inside," sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver, November 13, 2017.
'Tis the early morning hour
my head aches and bangs like a bell tower,
and my stomach churns and reels quite sour
that's what I get
for indulging and imbibing in the Happy Hour.
Stormed on, midst life, sinking
And confused in
Through its depths, dismal, grasp
For your relief:
Each thought is winged uplift.
Petrel's, adrift
O'er that which churns, coldly
Composed of grief.
I have watched the ocean beneath speckled sky;
An infinite expanse that wobbles and turns.
Seen seagulls in gyrating motion flying high,
when in whirling eddies and currents, water churns
circadian crow
contoured cock hails sunburst dawn…
windmill churns gleamed cloud
April 27, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Morning Praise
Sponsor : Raul Moreno
The fire, within me, burns
The ocean, without you, churns
Without you and I,
We are but a flame of shyness
Without live or die,
We are but a flurry of distress
Fractals of fiery passion burn on
Like the sun
RETURNS
You open my soul for sorrow returns
I close your heart for tomorrow burns
The flowers blossom for time churns
Let's talk about our commitment that concerns
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 11, 2016
Atlantic
Churns deeply, currents
As they set waves to new shores
New inspiration for another
As sands shift with the ebb tide
So the mind then sees
The beauty
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
An abrupt switch
From there to here
Same feel moves glitch
In weary spheres
This mad world churns
As contrast frames
Hot furious burns
In burning flames
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2020
Singapore
Hidden in my mind
deeper than depth of ocean
down to the pit of abyss
Secret of a kind
how universe in motion
churns up the heavenly bliss!
~1/14/16
~Something Different-Sedoka contest by Laura Loo
My mind churns over old ground
Looking for the answers it's never found
Looking to see why I am me
Trying to accept what it can see
Trying to locate something it lost
But the winds of change soar no matter what the cost.
When blind terror rages and burns
a city of love that now churns---
innocence, a prison.
The time will come as Fate returns,
justice for all seasons
O Liberte, newly risen.
Rime Couée-Tail Rhyme For France
Contest: Debbie Guzzi
The ghostly eye returns
My stomach forevermore churns
I could feel its sick visions swelter the atmosphere
I could feel me giving into my fears
Feeling the shift slowly rise
Tonight was the night I would look into her eyes
To find only. . .tears
Pit
in my
stomach churns.
You always fress,
leaving me broken.
Your black heart consumes me
then spits me back up in chunks.
A meal that’s so nutrient dense,
never leaving room for rich desserts.
I am that feast you just cannot digest.