Short Cradling Poems
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Mama Spins True
mama earth's cradling
blue skies and a new dawn
love starts from within
connie pachecho
7/27/17
as harsh toil drains existence
the loft of moontide invites
sweet assurance from eve’s flit
cradling my own space
Pictures
nice, colorful
interesting, reminding, inviting
Video, awesome, fun, frozen
loving, cradling, remembering
scenes, happiness
memmories
I’m on invisible
Hiding from others
In the darkness from you
Cradling my identity
I kept it from the world
I’ll take myself off of this
Someday
Form:
Footsteps echo, whispers fade,
grief lingers where light once dwelled.
The earth sighs, arms stretched wide,
cradling silence, rocking pain and loss.
four
figures
cradling
Jesus in their
arms
Tribute To Jesus Christ
{Amen}
Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
The Deposition Contest
GL All
evening breeze---
a bent palm tree
cradling the moon
© kash poet 2012
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Placement:3rd ; (June 2012)
Contest:No.181.
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Take the proffered hand,
with unconditional love,
cradling soul in close embrace.
The vast universe,
has but a single heartbeat;
it is the heartbeat of God.
Spring approaches slow and tentative.
Sunshine warms the air gently cradling sprouts.
It's been worth the wait.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
cradling her boy's bruised limp body - she croons
his favorite lullaby
for the very last time
Jan. 14, 2021
For Line Gauthier's 20-Word Max - Do It With Feeling Poetry Contest
can we be close
field with roses before
skies full of blue
a bare spot there
for us to lay
our skin touching softly
arms cradling my body
lips wet with you
can we be close
Form:
Dark Cradle
white birch silhouette
stark against cold midnight black
cradling lunar face
6/26/2015
submitted to – Traditional Haiku – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
she sits on the porch
filled with anticipation...
the scent of pears floods the house
she cannot even guess how softly
I steal inside…
through the half-drawn curtain
cradling a broken rainbow
in my arms
Ecstasy gone
Sun fades, embracing darkness,
Cradling the madness
Rope on demijohn
Clotted narcotic crassness
The chimney warmth, gone
The abandoned skin
Thoughts dressed in nothingness
Eternally gone
Form:
Cradle the moment
knowing it was placed in your arms
to be squeezed and cared for.
Cover it with kisses
even if it be bitter
for still it was given
out of love.
for “Cradling the Moment” Contest
July 5, 2016
I've looked in those eyes before
and all I've seen is love
to find myself in those arms
to feel as if beloved
I've listened to your gentle voice
cradling me to sleep
warming up to your caress
loving, caring, sweet
O' to save the fragile broken heart from shattering to pieces.
When I cup and cradle its flutter held in gossamer cocoon,
its wings shall never cease to beat against the rhythmic sound of love.
I'd swap time again and again
just to break your fall
and keep you from shatters
if only it means cradling your breath again and again
If Only.
dancing water drops
on a floating lotus leaf....
mother's cradling lap
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Placement:2nd; (September 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Contest:haiku me some
nature,please
Sponsor:Constance La France
MOON
night light
celestial
heaven's golden globe
reflected on the lake
romantic stage for lovers
" a glowing crescent cradling Earth"
September 9, 2020
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I'm always nostalgic
to visit my hometown
at least once a year if not more.
That town is cradling
my childhood memories
with care and affection, though
its morphology is totally changed.
I held my tongue
cradling a wound
I once nursed back to life
You never did listen
Deaf ears sorrowed muse
Rehash my pain
Now here I stand
Fallen to my knees--unheard
Loved of spite
For a love
that cradled a bruise
Left me estranged
A great man once stated,
"A man is god in ruins."
I took this to heart
scribbled it on papyrus.
and put it in the cradling hands of Poseidon.
And thought to myself,
"If someone reads this and gives it back to Neptune
How epic it would become."
The Tigris and Euphrates,
they flow like time,
murmuring and sighing
and running their individual courses,
cradling Mesopotamia,
their land,
in life,
and flooding the plain in alluvial soil,
for cities to put down deep roots,
the wonder of humanity.
The silence cradling me
is shattered by the sound
of one leaf landing on the grass.
In the space between this
leaf hitting the earth
and that leaf shaking itself
loose, and racing
to join it, I have endured
a lifetime of longing for you.