Short Crannies Poems
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Foggy breaths reach ever so gently
Twirling and bending
Around the crannies of trees
Every nook was filled with
Her precious, pure, air
her mean-spiritedness detonates
unsmiling green eyes that narrow
and expose the crannies and
cubbies of her harsh mouth
amplifying sounds
of rage in her
honey tones,
sickly
sweet
Sponge Is being squeezed
Blood is pouring out
Tears are pouring out
And
Love is pouring out
Creating love river
Undeniable
Maker of oneness
Weaving through nooks and crannies
Of souls of people
And nations.
Ornery welcomed
Persnickety aboard
Stubborn manned the wheel
Mischief infiltrated
Nooks and crannies
Teamwork sank
~ the ship piecemeal
It's all about the image,
It's all about the looks.
You've got to get the crannies,
You've got to get the nooks.
You must describe it thorough,
You must describe it well,
And I just think Imagery is really rather swell!
In every room I had piles of books,
In all the crannies and all the nooks.
I really needed somewhere for them;
A set of shelves on which to store them.
But they cost too much, I was in the red.
So I went out and sold the books instead
BOOK WITHDRAWAL
Mildew wafting from a single page,
in a cardboard box filled with library books.
I decide which ones to stage,
seek crannies and nooks,
but first I find the stinker and dispel dirty looks.
7/25/2017
Quintain (English)
pitter-patter
tiny booted feet
scramble
out of sight
the shadow watchmen
from nooks and crannies
are watching you
tonight
every tear,
every shout,
every smile
so feather-light
tender brains are
shaped by your
love, your joy,
your plight
Form:
There are now nooks and crannies in elementary school classrooms.
Places for children to slither and slide into
When they need a break
When they despise multiplication facts
When they are tired of reading
When I was a child I would have spent all day in one of these crannies
Ignoring the teacher as hard as I could
The
mind.
Like a
well.
Thoughts, ideas
materialize filling
up the
space.
Creative ideas
taking root
grow
leafing out.
Nooks
and crannies
bulging
ripe with
fruit.
Needing
to be
released,
released
to
a different
realm.
Actively moved,
written, brushed,
sung, acted.
Gone,
mind cleared.
Time
now for
renewal.
They shine brightly like the sun of the day,
They throw rays down the earth like stars of the dark,
They emit lights in all crannies at dawn like the moon,
They are fireflies hovering and sharing in the woods,
They reflect joy,
They reflect peace,
They pull persons from valleys, low,
They set fellows on mountains, high,
They are twinkling beings.
a menacing fog hangs low serpenting
and infiltrating nooks and crannies
while the news continues
to spew its ugliness and venom
resistance may be futile
but i fiercely refuse to stop defending
the last little corner of my brain
that remains unblemished
by this mile high pile
of appalling bile that's vile
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Nestled in the gardens
Down by the sea
The waterfalls and fish ponds
Were a treasure for to see
Amongst the trees and bushes
And the paths which twist and wend
The caverns, caves and crannies
Greet me like a welcome friend.
The peacefulness that lies here
‘Tween the benches and the seats
Is a beauty to behold amidst
The bustle of the streets.
A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos
Diamonds and rare gems
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems
with sleek strokes and lines
Exciting ones hid
in crannies and nooks
all that's forbid;
condemned by the Book
Exposed on the outside
pleasing to prudes
on out-of-sight hide
erotica and nudes
DELYSIA HENDRICKS
I smelled the nook and crannies
And perceived pleasant odours.
The scintilating mood and style
Of the once indifference atmosphere.
The cruel breeze made league with me,
Joy and Happiness were betrothed.
Then i wondered what may be amiss?
If nature could lend me at least.
Yet my heart is embroided with merry:
I'll wait to see what's coming.
17:22:12:22:26
A mirage
Reflecting another path
Showcasing another life
Man to man
A timeless wonder
Ravaging the mind
Distorting thoughts and persons
Transcending sages
Traversing phases
Life, a treacherous haven
Selling tenuous dreams
Whispering delirious melodies
Slithering into nooks and crannies
Branching far and wide
Dispensing the message
Selling the vision
A thing I'd never seen before
A spider dwelt above my door,
Him or his web I'd never seen
Until we all got quarantined.
Things you miss, you never see,
For more than half the time you're out,
Now that we are stuck indoors
We can sit and look about.
The funny quirks my dog displays
Nooks and crannies come to light,
In the slow lane, time to look
At things oft hid from fleeting sight.
Up the alleyways creeps Death
Hoping to take your last breath
Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed
You had better run and hide
Searching high and searching low
Death shall strike the final blow
In every dark corner he looks
All the crannies,all the nooks
If he finds you you're all done
There'll be no place left to run
So on Halloween be extra fast
Or else that night might be your last!
We all have them,
clothes, shoes - whatevers,
hesitation has enshrined
in the "Maybe next year" vault.
Perhaps they will fit one day
in more than memories
that surround them.
We all have them,
pieces of yesterdays
any Road Show host
would ignore, yet,
we cherish them
drenched in daydreams.
We all love them,
shoes with the mud
of another day,
trapped in the crannies
of our souls ...
I have 20,080 magazines and 400 books.
Each sadly out of date as soon as a reader takes a good look.
My house is full of them, in disturbing crannies and armchair crooks.
Spider webs are hanging off some near the ceiling, like grappling hooks.
I would let you come around and go through them, take a giant courtesy look
But I'm embarrassed by the multitude of out-of-date magazines and books.
That the heart
always be a poet
to leaflet beauty
around the world...
That always prescribe
joy as a deep medicine...
That it is always done
safe way,
perpetual...
So be it
walker of all
the places and streets...
To teach love
to all, in all
nooks and crannies...
express itself
always abundant,
profuse in verse
and kisses...
May it always be
student, lover,
in the marches and
processions...!
MOLLY THE MOUSE
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Molly the mouse, dressed in flair,
wore sun flowery dress with ribbons in hair.
With a hat on her head,
and her shoes painted red,
she twirled, but found no one there!
She checked all the nooks and the crannies,
for friends to admire her fancies.
But the cats had all fled
to make their submissions instead,
forcing Molly to imbibe in all her brandies.
Oh Teachers!
The burning candles,
The moulders of young minds.
The pathfinder to the searching sheep.
Teachers are like burning candles,
breezing in all day out.
Designing the world future.
Walking through the wind,
the nestling of the leaves.
They are the idols of the earth.
The upheaving shadows,
and dark appearance.
Searching for the nooks and crannies,
increasing my knowledge,
after pain is sweet gain.
Having a bright path,
because of my burning candle.
This poem is listed under my name, but it is written by a 12 year old student
JM. No credit for me except being the teacher
Where does poetry hide?
It hides in the nooks and crannies of your mind
Waiting to be discovered
In your conscious
In your soul
You know you have the poetry in you
But you need to dig your way
To find the lyrics and rhymes and rhythms
of the song you are about to sing
Deep down, you are the poet of a thousand verses
And the writer of a thousand stanzas