Short Conjoin Poems

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Conjunctiwhyitis

why my eyes gritty
red-rimmed and not pretty
conjunctivitis

why my lids slammed shut
what this sticky oozy stuff
conjoin whatitis
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Darkness Descends

a sanguine sun sinks - as night's ebony curtain of darkness descends shadows coalesce - shapeless silhouettes conjoin - color atrophies
Form: Monoku

What's the Cost

pair of swans conjoin
                                      ducklings trail closely behind
                                               family priceless
Form: Haiku

Raptured Harmony

feathered friends conjoin
                                           bill to bill breast to the breast
                                                    raptured harmony
Form: Haiku

A Dual Birth

Tears of sorrow,
  tears of joy

Conjoin together,
  laughter’s toy

Tears of sadness,
  tears of mirth

Their wellspring one,
—a dual birth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Conjoin Misguided Minds I Choose-

conjoins mind- rips thought process from my soul as it relegates my life

my choice what I choose-scripted molecules embrace–misguided persons





12/30/2019

For ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One |
Form: Monoku

My First Saved Poem - Wooden Stick

Split sensation, condescending muzzle- quieting my inhibition. Steel drum, wooden 
stick- conjoin, raising heaven and hell, tearing apart the mists that conceal the truth. 
Perfection, insanity rearing its beautiful head- setting me free

Premium Member Be Still and Know

An un-lonely loneliness
separates the breezes
as they search for each other.

The kayak paddle stirs
a fading wake
consumed.

A silence forms
as egrets, fawns
and idleness
conjoin.

©12/3/2022

Journey without movement Poetry Contest

Savage Hands

They traced the boundaries
And split the minds
A savage then bellowed
Come hold my hand
Loyalties maimed
Even the gods' they cried
Grace just scattered
For the tears to dry
Will these contours
Just blur and conjoin
When hearts doth speak
Shatter thoughts so weak -- 






(c)copyright-vijay nair
© Vijay Nair  Create an image from this poem.

Beyond the Grave

I get along with
my father now,
better than when he was alive

The walls have dismantled,
the barriers down,
a clear vision to inside

The excuses we made,
a pride that forbade,
here buried in the ground

As our spirits conjoin
to sail on the wind
—each other we have found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Form: Rhyme

Chrysalis

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment,
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment,

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone Enlightenment is like to die,
till Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a Butterfly!
Form: Quatrain

Chrysalis

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, shameless vestige! 
and residues of spiteful vanity 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone enlightenment is like to die,
till love, confidence and joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly.
Form: Verse

Chrysalis

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, shameless vestige! 
and residues of spiteful vanity 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone enlightenment is like to die,
till love, confidence and joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly.
Form: Verse

Chrysalis (Repost)

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful Hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin alone 
Enlightenment is like to die,
'til Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly!
Form: Quatrain

Chrysalis

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as Enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile Guilt and Rage 
plot her demise, (shameless vestige!) 
and residues of spiteful Hate 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin alone 
Enlightenment is like to die,
'til Love, Confidence and Joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly!
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Silhouette

Shifting shadows sculpt ebony edges,
Inking boundaries 'twixt twilight and Dusk.
Light's tethered to shapeshifting silhouettes,
Highlights shadowed, defused differences.
Out of chaos, scattered structures conjoin,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of Night and Day,
The trees begin to merge with the background:
Time pauses, almost standing still, as Dusk
Erases the colors garnered by Day.
Form: Acrostic

One Dove

As he slowly fades,
his eyes grow heavy until they are shut.
Dying, perishing slowly in his little hut,
his wife pulls down the shades. 
Never again is he going to see the light of day.

As she weeps her trouble good-bye,
she cleans well.
So well in fact she slipped and fell.
As she stares into the night,
she has found the golden light.

Even though it's the end for her and her love,
In front of the pearly gates of heaven they conjoin as one dove.
© Seth Lucas  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Willted Stone

we forged our names in willted stone
felt like a king without his throne
filtered dreams of love abide, strong earthly woman by my side
coins of gold shimmer brite
silver goblets reflect our might
tempered streams of wine and song
loving you im never wrong
sunless day's and winters night
heart felt dreams with visual sight
willted stone i feel your grace, the sun, the moon, conjoin in space   tender hearts that once were one
lifes last grace from father to son.
Form: Rhyme

Winter Blues

Winter blues they said to me
What can this do for I am free?
We shall conjoin most joyously
Rejoice the day more carelessly.

Blissfully along the way  
Life is filled with festive days
Nothing blue can come today
Unfair winter blues come what may.

Winter blues seen through my eyes
As a sheath of white herein lies
This silent bed that cries
Winter blues is my disguise.

Winter blues can only bring
An orb of white with a ring
Winter blues is a lovely thing
Creates a life worth remembering.

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