Short Conjure Up Poems
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That witch, she said to wait right here
she had to conjure up a scare
it’s just her yearly witch attack
she promised me she’d be right back
Picture #2
10/31/2019
Bothering a tired old woman is not smart
We can easily conjure up a belch or fart
At a certain age, we can bring a truly foul smell
By the time we finish with you, you are in hell
I have a write to write
to tell a thought
in words perhaps
hoping others will conquer
with my feelings at that moment
I conjure up images
to initiate my quest
to jog the feeling as I
write my write.
Form:
Breathe
Inhale
Conjure up
Rhythm and soul
Voice loves melting into music and words.
Flooded by peace intertwined with raw life
Poetic heart
of a girl
reaching
sky.
Thirst
for calm
shivering
beloved on stage
resembling divine humanity.
As well sounding as that word may seem
It may with a different sharper inflection
Conjure up a whole brand new meme
Craftily constructed in its production
To totally eclipse the Republican dream.
Slate Trump as "You phoney" in Walz's prediction
Cricket Evening
Twilight falls and chirps call,
Sounds delight in moonlight,
Tree frogs burp and conjure up,
Sweet dreams like ice creams,
Warmly listening, ears are trysting,
Autumn slumber gearshifts summer,
Jiminy Cricket greets nature's thicket!
Falling up stairs,
With no hope to conjure up,
That tomorrow will find me,
And I’ll get the chance
To try it all over again,
Mess it up again,
Disappoint again,
And maybe, just maybe,
There will be a little bit of new hope
To fix it all up again.
To children's eyes in mid-December,
a city street winks and twinkles.
The towering collage of lights and patterns
seems majestic and surreal.
Silvers, reds, and living greens
all conjure up exotic scents and
whisper hints of private promises,
smiling, shining, blowing kisses.
Another contest has started
and I can hardly wait.
They keep those brain marbles working
so I hope I'm not to late.
Because putting the words together
can take a bit of time.
But in the end its well worth the wait
if you can conjure up a rhyme.
A Strand (1067) Poetry Contest
Rum and L.S.D
conjure up a train tunnel,
psychedelic blues and reds,
two bright orbs left and right,
no sound just an eerie silence.
Written 16th August
For second edition of Wayra poetry contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Syllable count 5/7/7/6/8.
What necromancy is this sorcerer said.
Realizing his son could conjure up the dead.
No voodoo at all Fred said, his emotions lead.
Embarrassed he was caught, his face was red.
Did you learn this trick from your Grandpa Ned?
No from you, Daddy, little wizard said.
Paternal pride filled the sorcerer’s head.
Monsters all around yet it's only Friday.
A ghoul or two were my expectations but to my surprise they had imagination.
A ghoul there were none but Waldo a many.
Halloween isn't for another two days.
I wonder how many I'll see on Sunday.
Tall and scary, short and funny?
There are too many possibilities that I can conjure up.
My verse, so awful dreary
Of darkness, readers weary
Why can't I write of glad times
My poetry's a crime
Let me close my eyes and dream
of lambent tropical scenes
Conjure up a pair of lovers
above whom moonlight hovers
Or gaze upon a rose garden
with myriad brilliant hues
Mother Nature's pantheon
speeds swift to my rescue
your voice invokes my spirit,
love legend reminisce
supreme beauty - love ignite
we'll conjure up the night
just to hold you
your smile, my day unfolds,
...without your love,
I'm a rock buried beneath
the sea, not to bask in the
sun - the abyss, my happiness
empty
I love you creature
your love my identity
Dark arts were her stage
From a tender age
She could conjure up a beast
From out of thin air
Cross her if you dare
And upon your bones she'll feast
She steals from the grave
For bones she does crave
She is someone you should dread
She rides through the night
Such a ghostly sight
With the pale moon overhead
8-23-2022
The roller coaster leans
into a sky the color death.
Alongside pines, it winds its broken way,
gripping earth’s gray stubble.
In the moan of the wind,
I conjure up the screams of children’s glee.
For the Sijo Contest of Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Now for Brian Strand's 'IMAGIST any form' Poetry Contest
Giggle, chortle, chuckle, laugh,
Snicker and guffaw;
Titter, be in stitches, snort
As if you broke the law.
Cackle, beam and grin so wide
Your cheeks will start to hurt.
Set your face aglow like when
You eat the best dessert.
Keep the real world from your thoughts
And let your mind employ
Whatever tactics it may have
To conjure up some joy.
Creative writing is such fun
Just picture something, it could be a scary gun
Let your imagination conjure up a scene
It may be violent or serene
Jot your thoughts down wherever you may be
That’s the secret to remember what your imagination can see
It could be instantaneous or you may want to place it in a file
But putting it together makes it all worthwhile!
If
I should write
a red balloon
and let it fly to you,
life's anchors cannot
weigh it down,
not if the color's true.
so write a stream of fireflies
to light my way along,
and I will conjure up a tune
to blend in with a song
spin out a skein of silver threads
to macrame a swing,
we'll hang it from the Milky Way
and write ourselves a fling.
I am staring at the screen;
blank screen, blank brain,
void of imagination and imagery.
Evaded once again by creativity,
I stare into the void of inactivity.
I conjure up a line, glimpse an idea,
then it is gone, and I can see no more.
Blank blank blank,
a blanket of literary fog has descended.
Composition ended.
blank screen, blank brain,
void of imagination and imagery.
So tell me dear, what have you there
above your pouty lip?
I can do little more than stare
where tempered words oft slip.
With roundish humor, there it sits
a black spot on a stage-
a dancing actress camping glitz
attention- all the rage.
The charm of such a simple mark
so fortunately placed,
will conjure up a coy remark
how loveliness is graced.
(for the Holy MOLE-y!! contest)
Looking into a mirror at
That person staring back at you
Is not what other people see.
What you perceive is a minds-eye
Aspect of a parallel clone-
An apparition in a realm
Manifested by your ego.
You look into its soulless eyes
That blinks a lifeless mimicry;
And what you think you see is not
On your side of the looking glass.
You conjure up the counterfeit-
A clownish mask- then masquerade
Not fooling nary one of us.
Bejeweled Bertha can dive into any pond
Flipping back to the surface with rare jewels on
She sometimes finds emeralds, once she found gold
Her necklace today of pearls looks like antiques, oh so old.
Bejeweled Bertha’s family is full of magical beasts.
Some can conjure up the most scrumptious delicious feasts.
One uncle can go down into a cave and come out with a bear.
He gets scratched and bitten a lot, but he does not care.
Sky feelings
gently traveling
past rainbow ledges
away from tall grasses
that smile at the ruffling.
Sky feelings floating
past majestic oak trees, the
keepers of the aged secrets,
champions of the forest,
Sky feelings, approaching the
fragile, dainty flowers
who rapidly conjure up their own
unique feelings
Sky feelings, looking for a naïve or mushroom,
who can retain the peace they
were asked to bring to
the meadow.
Silent waves crash against a dull grey beach,
Where life, and death both feel just out reach
And endless plain of plain white light,
that only ceases during the moonless night
Despite my efforts to end the dark,
I can conjure up nothing,
not even a spark
The scent, lavender, and mildew
Coloured dark black with a bright white hue
Though defined they seem practically the same
Living on the edge and the borderline are two whole different games
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