Short Curiously Poems

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Serendipity

serendipity makes man
all the more richer
fine wine distilling and champagne
cultivated 
curiously imbibing fortune
robes the wino


Premium Member COFRATERNITY

COFRATERNITY
advocating
 the
  synonymous 
curiously
 vernacular
enjoyable
&
  naturalistic 
erstwhile 
sensibly
 provocative
Form: Verse

Premium Member Hello and Goodbye

I hollered hello - curiously the mountain echoed goodbye!

Entry for Silent One's "One Liner - Hello Goodbye" Contest
20 December 2018
Form: Monoku

Rare

• One eye red and one eye blue • It's really something rare • People often curiously stare • For this is something new
© Salmon Oid  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Expressive- Eyes

Mystique petals two
Lovely looks and curiously naughty
Ethereal light shone
Lashes long, rainbow like brow
Glimpse casts a magical spell!!
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Curious Q

Queerly
Quakily
Quietly
Quaintly
Questingly
Curiously
Quibbiling
Q
Quickly
Quartering
Quahogs
Quoting
Quay-like
Quiet
Curious
Q

Premium Member Losing My Marbles and Then Some

I scratched my head
    my brain fell out
  It ambled 'cross the table

  Stared at me
    most curiously, grinned ~
  Then pronounced me disabled
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Humor Is Frightful, But So Delightful

Charlie's cartoon characters were afraid
`Cause Caren wants humor in her crusade
Only one person submits
Caren careens and retrofits
Curiously all have it made in the shade
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Zen mode

the gap between love and action 
before bliss mists crystallise
ego stifles spontaneity 
being what it is
we look at curiously
inexorable force of gravity
unable to anchor luminous spirit

Premium Member Curiosity Killed the Sketch

A pen travels across paper; a line appears to follow. Curiously growing eyes; anxiously follow its path. Muscles and tendons taught; cat leaps and the sketch is gone.
Form: Sijo

Toad's Eye View

One day, a warty little toad
Sat on a rock beside the road,
And curiously observed the human beings.
She said, "I don't suppose they bite,
And I guess they'd be all right,
If they were not such ugly, creepy things."
Form:

Premium Member He is not a monarch

He is not a monarch
Possibly an inquisitive moth
His black lines are distinct, drawn on by a heavy marker
reddish orange body contrasts with miniscule white dots
He stays around a bit, curiously watching our discomfort

Premium Member checkered cheetah and chimpanzee

checkered cheetah Chancy chanted cheery chipper chant
Chimpanzee curiously concentrated ‘cause cheetah can’t.
cackling cadaver’s cadence cheered chimp’s cheery chance.
delivering devious devilish Dracula during Desmond’s dance.

Premium Member PICTORIAL CONCEPTS-:-

PICTORIAL CONCEPTS-:-
intense 
 beliefs
determine

immediate
expression
of the RECOGNISABLE
weighty 
 palpable
quality

closely
displayed
with TYPICAL FORCEFILNESS
curiously
 established
coloured

enduring
echos
art
Form: Other

Premium Member A Curious Bird

A curious bird flew by today
Her colors seemed off
Dark on top
Curiously lighter on the bottom

Wings appeared out of nowhere
White tinged with gray
She seemed surreal

Disappeared as fast as she arrived
Maybe faster
I watched in awe

I Am Poem

unquenched thoughts on an empty plate
fail to fill the void
that the multitude hold so dear
as they contemplate the joys
of the breath ending silver
that sets japery up most curiously.
Yet truth concise shall reign most pure.
I am poem honestly.
Form: Epic

Premium Member letter c having fun

cool calico cat could come and coddle cuddle cautioned Cali’s cousin
Carmen. Campy Cameron coughed curiously, considering this caution
comical. Calico cat commandeered the cabin and café, a considerable
conquest, considering the coolness of Cali, Carmen and Cameron.

Premium Member These Mashed Potatoes Are Bleeding

“These mashed potatoes are bleeding,” the six-year old said.
I looked at them, curiously.  
A white mound with a bit of yellow.
No gravy or ketchup.
A curious observation, I thiought,
pondering it.
“Just go with it, Grandma,” her nine-year-old sister told me.
So I did.

A Heart's Paradox

White hat black cat par, enigmas...
Precious the innocent young child
Seven or eight; shyly,  as curiously
Peeking around,  the opened door
An image birthing wings of flight ?
Scrambling to unravel, this maze...
Recapture a purity which lived; try
Making sense; love's, what's why's.

Premium Member Lazy Afternoon

Translucent fishes in shallow water Graze our nails curiously. I nibble your bronzed neck... Crystalline summer fantasies. Polished pebbles ripple, Curious shoreline gestures Around our lazy afternoon dream. *** May 23, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

Premium Member A Span New Experience

It was a span-new experience.
Some relished it, rejoicing at the changes.
Others sat with folded arms and angry faces, glaring.
They were determined to not embrace or welcome change.
I ran between the two groups, fitting into both, curiously.
Trying to make a pact or peace, or something.

Animals Seem To Know

a squirrel acrobating air stopped and glanced back at me
shaping symbolisms within a nutty day, there for all to see
if one knew to look, a hair’s breadth sourcing angles justly
enough to squeeze through into realms ajar, he knew, and
Nicorates nudging me, the squirrel, smiling curiously, goes

Premium Member Sparrows

newly born sparrows 
oval blue broken eggshells~ 
feathered brown and white   

ready for take-off 
mother watching from treetop~ 
first flight- crash landing

second flight better 
siblings curiously watch~ 
empty- is the nest

Songbird Haiku Poetry Contest 
Tania Kitchin- Sponsor 
8/13/2021
Form: Haiku

Winter's Habit

The picture is perfect
All spackled and new
Under dim-lit forsythia.
The reflection is shone
In the new fallen snow.
And base to the corner
Its' curiously known.
Each texture, each timber
So hallowed receive.
All the grandeur and loyal
So effortlessly groan.
Always windswept and drifting
Carefully blown.
Spring.
© Jan Backes  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member My Runaway Yellow Limed Clock

My clock ran away taking the time
There was no warning, just up and went.
I’d give a nickel, maybe a dime.
To keep track of the weeks I’ve spent

Feeling curiously bamboozled and stymied
By that traitorous clock sorely bent
If you see her, her face is yellow limed.
Tell her good-bye, I have moved to Kent.
Form: Rhyme

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