Short Crawl In Poems
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I crawl in the dark
With slimy cave walls
And dripping water
That lands on my back
I hear bats moving
And make my way out
Who snuffed out my writing spark?
It used to burn so bright,
Now notebooks, lay forgotten
All, tucked out of sight.
Where did the emotion go?
My urgent need to vent,
Now, when I crawl in bed at night
My mind is simply spent.
Does your writing leave room
for intrusion
With spaces for listeners
to crawl in
Are your words like a sponge
that the reader can drain
Your verses to flow through
them again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
I should have listened to my nieces,
they said it would fall into pieces,
when the temperature decreases.
Then all those dirty rats and meeses,
will crawl in through the cracks and creases,
and its effectiveness then ceases.
Does your writing leave room
for intrusion
With spaces for listeners
to crawl in
Are your words like a sponge
that the reader can drain
Your verses to flow through
them again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Fill the void
Fill it, as it lingers
Through the cracks
Of your soul
Fill it before your company
Becomes your regrets
Fill it with stars
Fill it with galaxies
But don’t let the darkness
Of the space, crawl in
Or you will feel
You will see, nothingness
In its true form
Black dreams come like spiders through the sockets of an ancient skull
they crawl in, create a lull
wire black bodies pile in the empty space
overflowing from the gaps in my face
against dark night time thoughts
Melatonin counts for nought
and my eyes are open wide
as into my brain the spiders slide.
Wind
6/1/2018
Tom
I listen,
To the music of the wind;
Some days it’s like an orchestra, and I dance.
When it’s rambunctious,
I don’t like the tune it plays,
And that vagabond death, has hitched a ride.
Clouds streak as shadows above,
And I’d crawl in a hole,
If I had one;
To be said
What are you look at ?
cutting down these days by
Mother board specification ...
... Rainbow shimmer Smirk ...
To be said
Above
or
below
we all crawl in the mud
trying to
remember those wings ...
Consuming when you laugh w-/ it
lost among ..
The rest of our demographic
Form:
A pharmacist his name was Clyde
He married a mail order bride
on their wedding night
he’s such a sad sight
his impotence can’t be denied
Went to see an erectile Guy
wanted to crawl in hole to die
Gave him the blue pill
Took wife on a thrill
She wasn’t done; he let out a sigh
02/28/2021
I'm falling— falling so far, I wouldn't even be able to begin to climb up.
It would be pointless, for I would die before even reaching halfway.
I crawl in circles of this dark pit, waiting for rain to drink— but it dries before reaching me.
I will die if I climb, die if I stay.
I won't try, because I will die anyway.
Sometimes we are like worms when we are silent;
silence makes us seem slow and unnoticed,
as we crawl in the social noise.
It is by keenly understanding
what the silent see, that we begin to see
what a worm sees as it slowly crawls
under the flowers.
The flowers divinely glow above it,
as their summer fragrance delight!
Pain was half the fun
on a dirt-pile pyramid
topped with a slab of lumber
Bleeding, splintered hands
Black and blue behinds, scraped knees
Wounds gladly traded for joy
A discarded box
beckons three dare-devil brats
to crawl in and roll downhill
through the briar patch
Tucked safe in their cardboard womb
giggling at outraged thorns
She hums "Hmm" on my hymn, "I'm lovin' you"
And runs to crawl in a Delmonte queue
Demanding, "Better befit".
Then cackling, "I'm lovin' it,"
Gulps my lovely gal there … Delmonte brew.
* A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 31, 2020)
Dec. 17, 2020
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Pensive in death’s silence
my mind’s eye searching
for answers never revealed
by mortal form --
An advanced soul
encouraged by the moon
& the cross unseen
my essence wishing
to crawl in a world
of laymen
Being exceptional
is unacceptable
In a dome of questions
With answers
Not --
Living in a sacred slumber
I awake again to sleep . . .
The furry band of thieves crawl in the night,
wielding Zorro masks and sly grins,
soundless in single file,
under fences and through prickly bushes,
the little ones straggling in back,
they come upon their spoils,
ripe and red for the taking,
juices flow down their chins,
a light has flooded the crime,
their last bites taken,
fleeing satisfied
You said you want, you say you treasure.
But it's impetus in your heart and veins,
pompous in that fact, the heat drives fast-
beldams with your cruelish handsomers.
I vividly crawl in your genius,
quest on a very long journey in-
and yet out, though for a timely cut.
An uncouth dream forever trapped out.
And you wished those feelings over again.
Erow.
Do you realize
That while we're asleep
Bugs crawl in our ears
And whisper strange things
That's why we have
The strangest of dreams
With bugs in control
While we're asleep
As they try and direct
Our thoughts where we lay
To make us think
That all is okay
But not all is okay
If you know what I mean
As bugs crawl in our ears
And whisper strange things
Sometimes the ice burns,
a fish moves in your eyes.
The ubiquity was at lowest level,
nothing was visible in sun.
Mission crawl in the crotch
does not find any fever.
The golden cave has caved in.
Moon will find another sky.
Nerves were green, pain was
black. No mercy for hooks.
Your map was here and my stitches.
Let us see, who tells the lie.
Satish Verma
The suitcase carried all the reckless years
The wind suffered alongside a troubled trek
I want to ride back into the sunset
In the back of a pickup,
high on the blessings of yesterday
Bury the blame, shave off the solitude,
and cut the contestable bull$h*t
One may arrive earnestly cloaked in brilliance
Others may crawl in unnoticed except for their hint of humility.
JB 12/2/2023
Body rejects itself,
Bone-dry and like a furnace,
It burns alive, kill
It is sand, dead
Dig two graves,
Refuse to rot,
This isn’t revenge.
Hate the body,
It’s nothing but problematic.
One ear open,
Stay somewhat conscious.
Maggots crawl in the body, tearing under the skin,
Refuse to rot, feel it inside-out.
Fling a rope,
It will not reach,
YOUR BODY isn’t strong enough.
Green eeriness
Comes from a house
That’s truly haunted
Webs come from all corners
Spiders like to leave their mark
There’s a lone light
Glowing from upstairs room
Screams from within
There are crawling bugs
All types of creepy creatures
To bring fear to all
There is a lit pumpkin
Cut and carved from outside
Ugly insects
Crawl in and out
Of the fierce pumpkin
Russell Sivey
It is the truth which
never was. After many
deaths I will come to you
to repeal my verses.
The festering earth was
making the rains green,
to suck the dry sands
thrown by the angry winds.
The soul upturns the body.
You will crawl in a tunnel
to come out for sedation
accepting the karma.
A non-acceptance of the
straitjacket. Let the anxiety
rise like a beast.
Satish Verma
A Twisted synopsis derived from convenience;
Some convenient colossus of self-righteous grievance,
Pain unforgotten and never forgiven;
Void from accounting’s a world made to live in.
It started with lies but at first they weren’t mine;
But fear had me broken and it twisted our time.
So now it’s let go or crawl in the past;
But how long must I keep kneeling to the face with a mask.
Santa’s sleigh house is his latest invention
If he needs a quick nap, his reindeer can keep the flight going
But he can crawl in the back and slumber a bit
This idea has been in the works for a long time
He can barely wait to see if it works
The reindeer stop for a little potty break
Long enough! Santa says.
Now they are eating M and Ms off a roof
We need to get going! He says
Rethinking his naps now