Short Cobwebs Poems
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dead flies trapped
in cobwebs and dust - -
a spider feeds
for Francine’s Cobwebs & Dust contest
(Cobwebs & Dust)
23rd March
Rouse a gust of wind
To blow away the cobwebs in my mind.
I'd beseech it take these haunting memories
If it would be so kind.
When the west wind blows wildly
And the winter seems too long
Will we all be tired and weary
To find wonder in the springtime song
rusted with disuse
heavy heart hammers in pain ~
spiders build cobwebs
10th January 2023
winter fog at dawn-
cobwebs shivver
necklaced to the hedge
against the sky
stark tree silhouettes -
arbor assemblage unveiled
Crisp
breeze blows
dawn dewdrops
kissing cobwebs
as twilight shimmers
in haunting mist
gold orb rays
gloss too
soft
Feelings…
like wisps of cobwebs clinging,
cannot be shaken away.
They lie there,
unwelcome and unbidden,
Like unwanted guests come to stay.
Dad's workshed dusty
cobwebs, cans and jars hold stuff
old tools hang on hooks.
That day I wept my Dad's death
and my first poem was born.
A drainpipe full of leaves
fallen like every dream,
as time silently thieves
moments of happiness,
gifting melancholy
like cobwebs on the eaves.
get the ladder
there are cobwebs in the corners
just beyond my reach
Written for the Cobwebs and Dust Contest
Theme: cobwebs and dust
Date written 03/12/12
fog at dawn
necklaced cobwebs
allure
entranced
passers-by
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
I shift my focus inward
I hum gently till the vibrations resonate
~ chanting clears my mind's cobwebs
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In my weary old mind,
in a very old house.
What will I see or find?
Running around a mouse,
ghosts of the past and spouse.
Cobwebs blow in the wind.
My wife and I went up to the loft the other day
And I cleaned it with her while we were there
But oh dear now there is all hell to pay
As I cant get the cobwebs out of her hair
Form:
All her fears
Were based on a lie
If you deal with the lie
The fears will die.
She dealt with the lies
Bottled up inside her
Not cleaning the cobwebs
But killing the spider.
An elderly television speaks to her
in a deaf duplex.
Her garden is a cluster of cobwebs,
it rattles and spins its gossamer skeletons
by the shade of a spidery light.
cob webs gather in the quiet corner
congregating mind dust
adhering to the vacant synapses
vibrating in the heat of random thought.
3/14/2017
submitted to Tweetable - Poetry contest
I remember snowdrops
in the fledgling spring,
in the veins of sleet
where the mill torrent raged.
How bejewelled cobwebs
to the reeds would cling,
and how all but that memory
has aged...
i whisper in her inner ear
staircase to heaven
i know
lets get this cobwebs off
clean our thoughts
i know
we slip on the semanic pool
land in the burning
fire
then kiss in guilt and
despair
Form:
tears spurted out like arterial blood
tantalising cobwebs on the roof of flood
tearing hearts fed on love delivered
tangentially proverbs choked
halla lameni biscraho barassed
premas bulando keglig pharised
Form:
hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge
NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment
Another cup of coffee
to break the cobwebs of dreaming sleep
to greet the rising sun rays of the new day
to break the morning of February midwinter
to wake me wide-eyed and ready
for the tasks of life of ahead.
hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge
NOTE:A tanka in English is essentially a 3 line hiku(SHOW)with a couplet amplification (TELL)
A old house.
A place with cobwebs.
A crow that calls.
A little princess that sings she
fly’s above the house.
She waves her wand that shows her life.
She looks up to the crow it could have
been this or that.
Form:
We saw his boots behind a barn door,
his hat on a peg gathering cobwebs,
the dust of his skin in a dustbin.
He was a last straw in a hay stack.
Yet we all said we remembered him
while we drank beer to 'what's his name.