Short Crisp Poems
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crisp - fall - swift - cloudburst
soaks camouflaged covered earth…
teasing undergrowth
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Crisp snow falls on the mountaintop
glorious and regal, the whole
universe gravitates towards him
and he sees it all clearly!
Burnt to a Crisp
Red-hot sunbathers sleeping through sun rays.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: Monoku
For my loves breast,
Are like crisp apples,
So ripe,
So firm,
and so delicious,
For I'm am like a farmer,
That can't wait too taste them.
The susurrus breeze
of spring’s ingénue trees
now rasps and wheezes,
rustling sparse leaves as
the trees, now crones,
rest brittle bones,
primed for winter’s coming.
crisp - the air - red and green apples - the bite
russet and tangy twilight
moonlit cores with black seeds
9/5/2021
Bite Size Poem no.20
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
pretty daisy
crisp, clean, perky,
she outshines the sun
on this overcast day
her petals are unmoving windmills
her seeds sit up expectantly
I have a granddaughter named after her
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
A Crisp packet skips across the road,
Like a ballerina on her points.
Sounding like a kid dragging their heels
Along the ground
Blown along by a wind strong enough
To tease leaves from a tree.
Celebration begins,
Charcuterie boards and
Chilled bottles of champagne.
Chilled champagne poured, served in
Coupe, flute, tulip glasses,
Creates bubbles and fizz.
Cheers, raise glasses and sip.
Today, I seek a clear- cut sky-
Emptied empyreal blue bowl
that stretches thoughts thrown high.
Transcends that endless flow
of clouds carrying, to and fro,
Spring season's rain, hail, snow.
Posted 2017.
The air is crisp with infinite dreams
I inhale till I can expand no more.
I suspend the exhale
Till my lungs were painful and sore
Then step out into the fresh air
And blow the remaining dreams door to door
May they also breathe deeply
Crisp mornings are here
Summer seemed so very short
soon the snow will fly.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.18/2013
I planted seeds back in March of this year and I didn't get to see all of my plants come out. I'm hoping, maybe, next year.
See
Just be
Joy sets free
Come
Live sums
In bright psalm
Meet
Wise street
In ways sweet
Bold
Not cold
Thought unfolds
Nudge
Fond touch
Zest seeds much
Gift
You lift
In kind drift
Leon Enriquez
25 August 2015
Singapore
Fall
Enjoy
the colors
A sure winner
smell of fresh crisp air
At its most beautiful
Darkness and cold are coming
Distant memory of summer
When the wind howls and disturb your dream
30/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
crisp wind dips low…
trembling on hammock
of rosette sky
along vast dome…
feathery air ripples
like scalloped leaves
winged azure glints…
lifting tufted veil
in autumn’s dance
SKAT's Contest: October Sky
8/25/2015
We are crisp green vines looping and curling
Beautifying the dark red brick buildings
Of universities, decorating churches
Gardners revel in our natural sharpness
Adorning planters, baskets and planters
Bringing verdant green plant to life
We are the ivy brigade
Prancing our purity and freshness
In spring and summer
Burned To A Crisp
What we did was go on a long trip
So on ourselves we could get a grip
Except last time my wife was seen
Died putting load in washing machine
When in she decided to take a dip.
Wife had burned toast to a crisp
Now when I talk it is with a lisp;
Badly damaged my body has been;
Will never eat burnt toast again;
Away to be buried me appetite did wisp.
Jim Horn
Sweet sentiments stir softly between lovers
Whispering winds woo the weeping willow’s limb
Love and warmth linger between the crisp covers
No longer walking along death’s scary rim
Moonlight moments in midnight’s dewy druthers
Silken strands of starlight illuminate him
Sonnet of love in romantic language spun
Tapestry of lovers, two hearts beat as one
A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.
Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.
Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.
MMC © 2011
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely cause me strife
When night doth fall again on blackened soul,
Till ponderous questions rise
A Vision of your remedy, is but a work of felony
Ones life is not that liveable
Until one hears those syllables,
Oh beauty
Oh delight
Oh gorgeous want for life
Absence of a wonder such as you, would surely
Cause me strife.
On a crisp cold night
I can feel the cold air
Upon my face
Clawing at my skin
Trying to get underneath it
I can hear it whispering
In my ear as it
Travels around me
Trying to get my attention
It soon freezes then
Drops cold sprinkles
Upon my shoulders
As it tries to get
Through to me, why?
Calling out my name
In whispers
As I Follow the sounds
I can hear the snap
Crackle and pop
As I walk on top of
Its crispiness
Much ado here
With poise that skips
Our purpose here
Too much acid
Now fizzles buzz
Lost cause sinks
Why worry now?
Stay on the way
Of mindful hope
When joy goes
Sense empty shell
Frame hollow mood
Anxious no more
Sad afterglow
In times of loss
Sadness seeds stern
As concerns turn
To odd illusion
Words fail here
With jaded foibles
Ends do not meet
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2019
Singapore
Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here
Air is crisp
Wind is brisk
Gusts from far and near
Leaves fall steady
Like confetti
Faster than they grew
Gold and brown
All around
Moist from morning dew
Harvests high
Wheat and rye
Squash and pumpkins accrued
Blackbirds flee
Squirrels spree
Storing winter food
Scads of fun
In gentle sun
Best time of the year
Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here.
As Autumn scents return to me once more
sending me to a sweet October brush
infringing on each leaf the earthen floor
of reds and golds collect me in their rush;
While breezes raise the feathers off a thrush
I harbor long and sweet by rivers end
just basking in the moment of Godsend;
Firing up my senses with cooling love,
she's crisply cleans my soul with her portend
then makes my hands infit inside my glove.