Short Crease Poems

iron dome roost
kiln bruise
spoilt rattle crease...

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lines
of
laughter
crease her face-
and contentment smiles...

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I walked on the beach,
Sand got stuck in every crease,
Nature's souvenir....

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Each crease folded thought
Rounded stones upon a beach
Laughing at the surf...

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reds
in hearts
beats in darts
feelings on hold
never crease or fold
beating untold
young or old
your heart
speaks...

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A homeless fart, an unpaid lease
Evicted through a darkened crease
This eviction note
On air it will float
Carried out by the fart police...

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I had always enjoyed playing cricket
Till one day I told them to stick it
I was in at the crease
And was brought to my knees
When a googly hit me, middle wicket...

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please believe in self,nothin else,whoc ares who sits upon the shelf,witht he 
filth,unlike me,eternity,who bleeds for thee.can i give it?or shant i spit it?jumbalia....

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The tumultuous pain needing release
Sending chimes upon my brain increase
Insidious beeping
And always creeping…
Of nurses--shoving needles on my crease

Russell Sivey...

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As the bark of fear ascends
callow pages crease 
illustrating a youthful doxy
abreast a sheet of smoke
waltzing betwixt velveteen lips
as if tomorrow’s mistakes 
mattered yesterday...

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Sorrow fills
the context of my page
as it drips
    from her eyes
making pools
    in her lap
that pour down
between the crease
of her thigh and her waist
with a purple hue
from the dress she wears....

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JAN ALLISON

There is a lady from the Isle of Man
Sometimes a little brash, you understand
Her poems well sought after 
As we all crease in laughter
More hilarity Jan, we demand

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )...

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My wife contends I have no spine,
and likens me to wimpy toilet tissue.
What I fear most, and what’s at issue,
is what I suspect her darkest design –
to bend and fold and crease me
into a piece of artless origami....

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Her naked body
Those clothes draped
Around her so
Covering every crease and crevice and shallow

WHO TOLD YOU, YOU WERE NAKED/
  







12/10/21
 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021...

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Slow
deep breath
no quick moves.
Brown form alert.
Crosshairs rhythmically bounce on shoulder crease.
One smooth pull shatters silence, blurs vision.
Noble prey down,
tribe well fed.
Thankful
pray....

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Our poems honor the Great-Wide-Mother,
who shines a blessed light onto some,
(some other's brother) 
and through this blessed light,
for all stark shadows crease, 
their is no long tomorrow,
but acorns stored to feast....

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Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grapefruit! 
Wanna eat them my luv! For they're chubby and sweet!


The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky.
It squints for a smooch which my lips can't deny....

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Like paper we crease and tear, 
Like paper we age and wear,
but we do not collect gray hair.
Like paper we are used,
Like paper we are thrown away,
Like paper,
we crumble...






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          Selfishly
     i fold his clothes

  I smile with drooling
            teeth
    not to fold for his 
            sleek
           and no 
 no dirt on his sleeves

   but it's that dollar

   I’ll get that crease...

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The origami nooks and folds
of thoughts pushed down inside,
pockets deep and intricate
where mazes often hide,
and grow, 
and bend,
and twist,
and crease,
and wait upon the day
when all the things we never
tell ourselves come out to play....

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The origami nooks and folds
of thoughts pushed down inside,
pockets deep and intricate
where mazes often hide,
and grow,
and bend,
and twist,
and crease,
and wait upon the day
when all the things we never 
tell ourselves come out to play....

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Celebrate Christmas Day
In stable - manger Christ lay
Brightest star shone way

Nativity gels 
tinsel glitter baubles bells
Notes of pine tree smells

Bend fold crease cut glue
made with love from me to you
clock ticks... finished... phew!...

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Seasons cause changes over me
Chanting chirps crease to be
The soothing sounds my neibgours sing
Now gone, on beating wings
The chilling cold is coming to doors
Frosty white hay has come
Now my sprit shrink for cold
All my body the wintery hold...

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And what is time, but
sand dunes gravity, and
shadowed visions?
A tree rings kiss to the crease of your cheek.
I love you no matter
the day, I am with you
no matter the world.
We are the memory- forever ticking.
We are time,
enough to breathe....

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My Wooden Belly drones... on your hunger
Hunger for the textures that line-
Crease me over
over and over, until 'fit inbetween the cracks,
slock- your sock is tired after runnin',
hangs on the rack,
the rack that has a crack,
the rack that some lack...
like men....

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