Short Curated Poems
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Into Brain of Trump
A perturbing fact said he is a punk;
Abnormal brain tissue has a hunk;
Was curated,
And eviscerated;
Stunk and into Trump's brain sunk.
Jim Horn
Categories:
curated, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
SCENOGRAPHISTA
visual
experments
in
spatial
constructs
arranged
with
meaning
curated
& holistic
in
seamless
synthesis
of
space
in singular
stimulii
to
the eye
Categories:
curated, art,
Form:
Didactic
H O P E
“Hopeless,” they mocked her in school —
Oakiness in progeny opened other possibilities!
Palatable pearl curated grand’s hand-me-down.
Everlasting Hope - God’s prize.
1/8/2020
Juliet Ligon’s What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Categories:
curated, identity,
Form:
Acrostic
The dance of the rain.
Curated and mesmerized.
The rhythm to pertain.
With comfort mistified.
The performance is great.
Splendid beauty with grace.
The ethos to showcase.
Different forms it plays.
Rain contributes to nature.
Grand memorable structure.
The harmony of recreation.
For never-ending the tradition.
Categories:
curated, emotions, feelings, nature, rain,
Form:
Quatern
Her soul bereft
Blank her stare
Her silence deaf
Nothing to share
The wounds inflicted
The petals withered
Emotions, riddled, conflicted
Hazy pale moon
Inside her head
The open wound
False promise made
No more swoon
Deceived, enslaved, betrayed
Hearts theft, brutal
The torture unkind
Memories crawling, invading
Destroying her mind
Her spirit ensnared
Stark her face
Curated her smile.
Categories:
curated, heartbroken, lonely, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
They don't like me,
But neither do I,
I shield my face from them,
Because I am carefully curated,
Cured like resin,
But soft as snow,
I know what I’m doing,
But inside these walls I don’t feel as home,
I am a child that no one likes,
But the other fact is,
Neither do I,
Neither am I the person they see,
When someone says to envision me,
All I ask is why,
Though I know the answer,
Because neither do I,
And neither will you.
Categories:
curated, 9th grade, snow,
Form:
Free verse
Here I once am again,
Resting where there's true peace
But not in the way you would imagine
Let me go on and explain.
Others accept the usuality of reality
But to I, I think beyond such staleness
Things that embody greatness.
The way that the trees are complete with their leaves
Is how I feel sanity
When the mind is at ease.
Where it can scatter and be free.
That's my own little fun curated reality,
Well, outside the outside world.
Categories:
curated, imagination, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?
Categories:
curated, conflict, irony, perspective, satire, technology,
Form:
Free verse