Short Climb On Poems
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preview not a pinnacle
expectation unfolds a dampener
when there's always another
peak to climb on
the humpty dumpty horizon
And doesn't response in sentences.
Maybe that's why,
I feel the need to climb on fences.
Even though I later bleed,
my colored sheets.
a horse of a different color
chaps of a different kind
wrap my legs around
as I climb on behind
Sunday on the Harley
a favorite of mine
Motives for marriages are well known!
She- want to climb on husband's neck.
His dreams are soaring much below,
Somewhere around lady's legs.
willow casts shadows
weeps sprite branches to climb ~ on ~
dreams dissolve tears
30th May 2019
Writing challenge 5 ...in the moment
Sponsor Dear Heart
I inhabit a sacred expanse,
Lined with the finest ingots of light
As heaves from this bosom
Climb on a mantra's trail of love
So quiet, I meet my god self.
I will climb on the
other side of moon
to light a flame.
A river thinks, sand
was thinking of a tree
dreaming a fall.
In hushed twilight
hunter was coming home
with an empty snare.
Satish Verma
Hairy Mary
There once was a gal named Mary
Whose looks would oftentimes vary
If there's a full moon
She'd climb on a dune
And then howl as she gets hairy
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10/13/16
I'd like to be dressed
In stretched clothes that you're wearing like a taming.
I wouldn't try to climb on the fabric,
To climb with elbows on the shoulders.
I would be closer to you
Exploring attire
From the inside .
All the kids are quick and fit,
They have hooves on their feet,
But all girls and all boys,
No hooves, just toes.
But, five fingers, of course,
Much better than one hoof,
Easier to pick a nose,
Easier to climb on roof.
Opportunities missed by the score
never to come 'round anymore
Each time my knees shudder and knock
clanging tick of the circus clock
I take a chance, climb on the merry-go-round
frowning, the smile of the clown
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
It's hard to move the boulders;
it's hard to roll them manually; and
it's hard to push them away from each other.
I just stay in between them
and climb on the top of the massive one.
Your sun may be clouded
My sun may be bright
But I know that we see
The same moon tonight
I climb on the roof
And I gaze at the stars
Hoping you can also see
Planet Mars
No matter the distance
Near or apart
Just know that you will
Always be in my heart
God is standing with us
we always have to be filled with hope and trust
we never have to be weak
our voices must loudly speak
I'll climb on the mountain's peak
I'll fight until my blood leaks
I will go on to the far end
I will never surrender
And my mistakes, I'll try to mend..
The wall
The wall was built to keep them out.
Or was it built to keep us in?
Built so tall you can't climb over
And you can't go under it.
So long that you can't go round.
No doors at one end
But a gate to let you in or out.
You can touch the wall
But don't climb on it.
It's just a wall to me and you.
Skeletons try to climb on her
Skeletons from her days of far
Skeletons escaping from a closed jar
Skeletons dripping with tar
She wears her protective gear
She holds the cross, her only spear
It hangs from her fingers like a chandelier
With its powers all is wiped clear
The valley of souls is not where you want to be.
Where the blood well be six feet deep, this is when the world will end and the souls in the valley will not win.
But they will find the pits of hell and burn within. So climb on the mountain stand on solid ground. Let Jesus love shine throw his blood and into his might land
Form:
clouds tumble over peaks damp air chews chill skin
fingers grip their bones no retreat or trace of steps
snaking tongues of mist race upwards leaden cloud overhang
two worlds press
hammer hands nail a tiring flesh
breath hooked to peril
now grin and yowl now shout
a stone arrowhead aimed at nothing and everything
climb on
Prepare the bed
of the liquid art,
where the ice will kiss the fire.
Can you climb on the flames
to know the truth
of a molten lava ?
Who killed the desire
to enter the frozen god
of revenge ?
Alas, I will go back
to the wounded pride.
I will not sell my home of curse.
The innocent breast
of the moon,
has kindled the blaze again.
Satish Verma
Take my hand, holding on tight.
Why fear when I am there?
Through blistering summer
and blizzards of winter,
feel my handclasp, don’t loosen your grip.
Scale the heights along with me....
Don’t look back, climb on and on!
July.29.2022
Short Verse Inspired by Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Lisa YY
No. of Words - 39
you tell me that I need blue jeans
cause the tailpipe gets so hot
you say I need to wear leather boots
in case we should go down
you slather me with sunscreen
to protect me from wind and sun
you tighten the strap on my helmet
to make sure it stays on
all you do to keep me safe
makes me feel so loved
I climb on behind, away we go
long may the Victory run
Come, my dear sweet friend, let’s fly~
Let’s paint the sky in red and pink;
Let’s run and climb on mountain high
Before the sun goes down and wink.
Come, my dear sweet friend, let’s fly~
Hold my hand, as we soar afar;
Sing with me, come on let’s try
Grandma’s lullaby when sad we are.
1 March 2023
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
stunning stars
watt manner
of
numb
love love love
climb on in
my
boxed love
my breast are ripe
plow my loving field
love me there again
do it again
again
again
again
you make me
so wet
scream in me
louder
louder
louder
feel me up with your screams
feel me deeper
fill me deeper
your love
in
me
plunge
deeper
oh how i love you
stunning stars
?
And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment.
As I was-
dying in a nonfiction.
Half brothers-
were moving like pincers
to catch a pen
like a little solidier.
Sad little god was telling
I do,
I am moving in non-existent darkness
for a sundial.
A lobster-
was trying to climb on
an ancient throne.
He wanted to become a neoking.
And throw his weight for the kittens
and unborn dogs.
Satish Verma
Lord, let me be a lean and hungry sheep,
Who hasn't pushed his brother from the trough.
One of the lambs you will gather to you
And not among the greedy you've turned off.
Let me not be one to climb on others
Just to boost myself to highest shelf.
You put us all on this earth together,
Expecting each to help the other one.
I pray that I will have found your favor
As the ungreedy sheep, when race is run.