Short Cipher Poems
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And the radio silence is making me cipher my feelings
Into higher words beyond the expression of meanings,
Making me loosen my grip on reality through new thinkings.
a thing beyond,
once kept close
now
an aberration
a cipher
in patterns of dust
in the
sweepings
of my yesterdays,
a happening
that has become
history
meticulous
hybrid
extremes
individual
caustic
ironic
hallmarks
of
elemental
phenomena
intensive
outwardly
fettered
intensive
shadows
&
profound
cipher
in
a
torsioned
configured
context
mighty great heavens
maze of specked stars cipher of
immortality
A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 06-08-2021
Placed: 1st
2:43 AM
618 strangers
watched me bleed ink.
One bought hope
at 2:43 AM.
I was the scam.
Now I'm the verse.
Get back up.
Read the rest.
—
David Hurlburt Jr.
Disabled author from Canisteo, NY
The Cipher of the Circle — $2.99 Kindle
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How many times can one stare
at the cell, hoping to induce a call?
She promised she’d ring later, but
it hasn’t chimed its siren song,
and I wait here in the dark, melting
into the couch, the stone-cold cipher
a mute testimony to indifference
and a lonely heart.
She dances at the edge of my mind
That little frilly dolly, coy and shy
With cipher weight she slow unwinds
leaving me with a desire to fly
as she melts away and turns to nigh
Winter quintain
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Francine Roberts
17/12/2021
Always a thought bothers me.
How the winner should behave
with stuffed ego?
A cipher this side,
or that side, makes a huge difference
in life.
Some solar retribution
of Yohimbi ?
A victim could wait.
Two severed arms
lay on road, still spurting blood !
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Always a thought bothers me.
How the winner should behave
with stuffed ego?
A cipher this side,
or that side, makes a huge difference
in life.
Some solar retribution
of Yohimbi ?
A victim could wait.
Two severed arms
lay on road, still spurting blood !
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Unravel led
I am resolved
to solve
the mystery
that is you.
Each breath
you take
I calculate
and compute.
I will decipher,
clarify and unfold
each piece of the puzzle
that you hold.
You are the cipher
for me to disclose.
I will no longer analyze.
You heart I unroll.
A little diddle time
To write loathsome rhyme
Restarts your sensing fine
Some dig a mine to cipher
Parlayed a broken cause
You stumbled on my clause
Dement recusing paused
Tears on your wishing wiper
Another line you cry?
We breathe a final sigh
An aging lullaby
From diapered to a diaper
auras of
lyricism
a sophistication
of
mischief
an
inner
connection
delicate
miniatures
of
latent
chance
in spontaneity
coherent
components
in a
loose
symbiosis
of
opaque
circles
droplets in cipher
Your mind is an open book,
A museum piece on display
For the world’s prying eyes
To gaze upon, judge, pulling
Apart each gyrus as though
Scavenging your thoughts.
But you forget that not everyone,
Strange or familiar,
Holds the cipher that decodes
The jumbled text sprawled across
Those vast, weathered pages.
For Ananga
On that day when all is dark
When I wake on that blackened day
Though I wake to find no day
I will burn a flower on my tiny finger
And cipher the heart of the yelp
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 1957 (from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in "Forum Academicum", University of Heidelberg, 1957)
Life is a cipher
One I cannot define
It baffles and confounds me
Whenever I ponder mine
The highs can be heartwarming
Though fewer and fewer these days
The lows are so very alarming
Often seen through a mystical haze
Oh bring back those wonderful moments
I pray to the Powers that Be
Go away, you looming black clouds
I beg you, stop following me!
Life is there but missing the meaning
Breathing yet being cannot sense.....
My soul is asking this cipher illusion
Panthom is remaining unanswered...
Bursting with pain i am crying
And slowly slowly dying.....
Deep down in my throat the last note is dwelling
And uttering can't you come one and say.....
I am the meaning........
I am the meaning...............
Only after
We rehearse insanity
The brutality that man found profanity
A man volcanity
Fatality in urbanity
Medication mentality
Humanity has inanity wrapped around trees
Posts of light
Cipher reality
Reveal morality
Funky vitality is rather groovy
I cannot feel my mundanity
You can touch it.
We here can hear we
Only after
We rehearse formality.
1-21-2017
i'm all for
what do you want
but when the
specials are
more noise
my seat
becomes
more than
avant garde
regardless
of my up
bringing
bringing
me right back
to this page
where i'm
connecting
the dots and
got caught up
where to go next
following freckles
with my tongue a
mong all these
others from
shoulder
to where
they take
me further
don't your
tattoos
point to
some
where
else
Form:
Bits of pieces,
Scattered around,
To pick them up,
is what must be done,
Shifted about,
The broom sweeps,
What left underneath,
Is none of my concern,
Scoured away,
Evanesced by each beating minute,
Concealed far apart from my sight,
There is nothing to be noticed,
Cipher left behind,
Nullity lingers here,
Nothing was here,
Indifference, it never was.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
Oh nightingale,
you rise like a small anointing in the dusk,
your voice a trilling psalm of love and lament.
You carry the mystique of prayer on your wings,
a feathered liturgy drifting toward the listening sky.
Oh nightingale,
you sing from the chalice of stillness where God whispers,
your syrinx a cipher of creation teaching silence to awaken.
You carry ancient wisdom in your throat,
a feathered oracle scripting prophecy on the wind.
Fraud and deception of the affluent eyes
Toss my purpose aside and let me hemorrhage humiliation
Drops of unappreciative pain plaster and soil black
Cackles to hide my mammoth of hurt
Echo through a maze of sovereigns and numeric cipher
I’m a non-significant member of manuscript
An unknown, a recluse, a bother
Gauche trials of loss and fray
Matter to none who play the game
Yet in our tightly packed world
The Joker is always included.
In the depths of the abstruse pages
A quill transcribes fathomless thought
Feathered ideas guilelessly tethered to
Existence with a black ink onslaught
The same plume that once lifted its own maker
To heights undreamed of on the ground
Disembogues reflections of speculations
On white pages that are now confound
A blank slate now full of words
From those who have come before
leaves us to cipher fact from fiction
At the confluence of winged lure