Short Creased Poems
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A ripple in time creased and folded like an origami pleated neatly in my heart
Feb 19 2023
A Ripple To Me 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
the dirt clung to them
creased by life’s endless struggles
broken fingernails
a scarred litany
of bruised, gnarled and calloused hands
the poor man’s mantra
©6/2/2023
Just another fall ironing day
Work clothes starched and creased
The sun is shining and it's balmy
Through open windows rustling of birch leaves
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
giggling greta a girl bee from Greece
lollygagged luxuriously on a lady bug beast
buzzing wuzzing worker bees gave her no peace
But she did not care, as her feelings were creased.
I saw a battled frame
housing a black
and white photo
of a hero
in war,
proudly posing
hiding his fear,
his fragility
some family's pride
and country's
creased,
in a junk shop
I clock in my own breath,
Minutes stack like folding chairs.
My limbs queue for permission,
Time herds me through its turnstiles.
We all wear the same silence—
Pressed suits, creased with wanting.
Head of hoary hairs and deeply creased brow,
Do indicate
Traveled miles
Children
Live
And
Carry
On his name.
A warm embrace
Bonds the two generations together.
Photo 3
November 27, 2020
Folded, creased,
a line down the middle divides us,
tattered edges,
not in colour,
nor black and white,
old but not dated,
on display,
in a window,
we fade in memory as we lose our fight with the sun.
Form:
HOME
Noises
Love language
Uproar of tongues fades
As evening pours calm stars
Kids hug between creased pillows
' Warmth cradles hearth tamed by kinship'
Joseph May’s Pyramid Contest
9/17/2020
The sticks on the hill
were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
creased a toe of the world.
The Darkness at Noon
Taps - echo hollowly
over the grey stones,
acrid odor of gunpowder
stings all memory,
flag, creased, folded,
presented.
A last salute.
A darkness at noon.
John G. Lawless
4/22/2014
creased mind uncared blank
ashen visage dumped unclaimed…
dry tears laid subsoil
September 5, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Reference song : Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles
Deathwards go I—
Through this needle’s narrowing eye
Called Life, —
With mortal Thread stitched—.
If garment be weaved—
From Life by the Weaver’s loom;
Then weaved was
I by Him— ‘til worn and creased
Out of shape into Death’s cold womb—.
Form:
Postcards~
tattered, old, creased;
Chiaroscuro landscapes;
Reminiscence of a story~
First love.
10 July 2020
Hon. Mention
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (7) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 7/10/2020 2:32:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Lapping
The steaming cream
From her morning cup of joe
My wife
Is wrapped
In her rosy robe
Sitting in her favorite chair
Our black cat
Skinny and flattened
Creased in half
Across her lap
Like a static sock
Of mine
Lost from work
Tumbled
From the dryer.
pure
fragile
flapping her
arms soft, tiny
baby fingers curl around firm grasp hold
granny's finger creased, bridging the gap, folds
arms soft, skinny
trembling frail
feeble
pure
Dated: 10/12/2020
For Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Not that good because I whipped it up in 5 or 10 minutes. Eh whatever.
Be kind
To compliments, don't be blind
Do your best
Remember how much you are blessed
Be sensitive to others' needs
Perform at least one good deed
And, last but not least,
Work hard enough that your brow is creased
Many are the hopes of man
many are his plans
Others spend their hours doing
leave the coffee brewing…
While heroes think about the house all day
in creased pajamas, unafraid
Three p.m. already, what have they done
time to make a grocery run
Judgment before mercy stoops
as tears flow mingled with praise.
The face once creased smooths with love;
rumbling thunder drops down rain
soothes patched earth etched by folly.
Cry, praise when the heart aches, dry;
crawl and groan and moan, not let,
only mercy pleads for grace.
© 2014
Drifts
amidst the seashore
floating
a cherished memory
Crumbled and close
in creased palms
crimson silk
on weathered cheeks
Scents
of everlasting
reaching out and
coming back to get me
Petals
life holding on
a heartbeat
you're a part of me
The best books have a little
love in them. Whether it be
a taped spine or a
half-creased cover
a forgotten dog-ear or
a few margin-scribbles
a browning of the pages
or perhaps a signature
the more time a book spends
in the company of men
the better it learns how to tug
at their heartstrings.
We made the stairs our place
Painted the walls
With memories of last night
And planted
Bottoms onto the carpeted steps
We stretched our arms across the banister
To measure
How quickly the shadows shrink
As the bags under our eyes creased
Into tiny smiles
North East South West
In any direction masked
A world of knowledge
Lurks
Opening windows
Path way
Bathing avenues creased
Giving off fresh scents
Wave mind traveling
Seeing countries best
Fortitude Standing
Forever unchanging
Free for the gathering
All Creed and colors
Feel the spirits mandate
There was a blue in his eyes
when his frown creased his brow,
a blue in his eyes
when tears slipped down his cheeks;
I fell in love with the blue in his eyes.
I drowned in the ocean
When he looked at me,
I felt my lungs hitch
as air swirl along my tongue.
There was a blue in his eyes,
when he let me go.
Clyde O'Toole suffered a heap of bad luck
He was beaned with a wayward hockey puck
He was heard to swear
As it creased his hair
Unfortunately Clyde forgot to duck
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Limerick Fun Poetry" Contest
(PS/31 August 2020)
Won No. 3 in the contest