Short Cursive Poems
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in cursive shadows
a sun mused elm composes
on pristine parchment
~~11 Dec 2016~~
Troika Contest
The board of education has confirmed
cursive will no longer be learned,
leaving many young kids unsure
how to write their signature.
It cannot really be too smart
even if it knows your last cart;
A.I’s subversive,
just write in cursive;
Computers won’t know where to start.
Some dull professor droned
And from my heart
Right to my pen
In cursive sprang
This lovely name,
Notebook margins filled:
Kelly
Kelly
Kelly
I am a Gemini
not confined to cursive and print
I throw in shorthand too
no one can read my writing but me
cursive print, print, print, shorthand, cursive
sometimes not even me
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Sun-dappled wings dart
swallows stitch the April sky
with threads of dawn's light.
Their shadows dance on warm stone,
writing spring in swift cursive.
Our Love is Bold Strong written in Cursive
Our Love is Psalms Oshun and Spiritual Verses
You’re my Favorite Song that I repeat on purpose
To Love Forever More is giving deserving
Encore encore
-Edgar-
swirls and loops
cursive beauty
crosses and dots
marks on paper
so much meaning
connotations
inspiration
shaking feelings
story poems
built so slowly
or tossed down fast
reminding us
of the power
we have over
swirls and loops
Our sun-worthy glance.
Petals from flowers
Bursting from your mouth,
Slid through the cursive lives we run.
We catch fire randomly,
In bothered sets.
But I'll love your hair forever,
Since my eyes were
born out of yours to begin with.
digits, emojis, abcs
compose a code
an irregular ode
void of literacy
cursive, capitalization, punctuation
go old school
immediate mass communication
has no rule.
how we connect
changes with time
words can’t reflect
your heart and mine
the runners cursive
upon new fallen winter
rake leans against rails
11/5/2019
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
runners - either of the longitudinal pieces on which a sled or sleigh slides
The last page of my notebook was filled
today.
One last scratch on its timeless pages
reads:
watermelon radish
spicy water
dinosaur kale
dragonfruit (?)
pepitas
all scrawled in a quick, cursive hand
& I fell in love with her
all over again.
Practiced cursive writing
With a dash of calligraphy
Wrote my name on a baseball
Struck out three times that day
Made an error too
Alas the baseball odds are zany
If you succeed but once in three
But if you’re going oh for three
Forget cursive and calligraphy
Manuscript written painstakenly
A large pencil held clumsily
Writing a story with words
Excitedly penning
Cursive writing learned
Poet's corner
Pen~paper
Word thoughts
Flow
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: Your Journey
Written August 05, 2013
Severed starlight, brief lanterns
Truncate tingles, sugar burns
pen puzzling in oily ink
Dark dots on papyrus slink
Metre measure on tongue tip
Riddling rhymes gaining their grip
Cursive verses in past tense
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Trying a new form tonight. Hope you enjoy
Here is a calligraphy a blue veined script,
on the rusty sheen of mortality.
Life and death are scrawled everywhere,
yet the clear-eyed read eternity:
written in-between these.
There one sees
the cursive messages that God writes
upon all things leaving
or yet to come.
my back to the class,
i sneeze at white dust,
i attempt to cough
a single word…
it’s just one –
~
seems someone’s
erased
just one gray spot
~
i scratch my head,
until i cough cursive -
white on black.
~
…and the discourse continues
Yes! You are bloodhound! Just do fun with rule!
I’m your kick; your punch with cursive language!
Maybe you are the best norm of the Satanic pan!
But look still the best stand here with rose
and think that you will understand all
and you will come back as human!
-July 23, 2018 Chattogram
I'm Not wordy
I'm worth it
My cursive
Encourages the mind, malnourished
Enquiring on allusive conclusions
Is not cruel or foolish
It is
True
The most infinitive quest of life
To question and test
to prove or neglect
to mourn or adapt
These are the most natural states of being
will to be diff’rent
fractals with cursive curlicues
cream-colored overalls
ostracized by nuns
and formal catechisms
with habitual fashion sense
now I’m in control
spinning like a pinwheel
with poetic enunciation
showed them, showed them all
i could take off my uniform
it’s monotone gray
your eyes mail me letters
letters i rip open
with suspense and wanting
words never spoken
dancing phrases
that i feel in my knees
unfold in my stomach
your eyes write me love notes
notes i tear apart
they glance down my body
sending cursive messages
punctuating each breast
with an exclamation mark
between my thighs
Love hurts
Like words written on my body
It’s a foreign language
One I had not yet felt
It was a beautiful cursive type
But it stung with every curl and swirl
It laced my skin with a drug that I hadn’t yet heard of
Every touch blistered me with a velvet kiss
Love kills me but I can’t let go
I’m entwined with the heart ache
A rush of blood to my fingertips and I am writing you,
sketching your lips in the shapes of letters.
The commas become your eyelashes,
S becomes your hip,
T, your face,
periods become our kisses;
shallow white bones in cursive strokes.
I write you down to forget you.
This is the only way I know how to erase you.
If I had a pet shark
I would name him Pete
He and I would swim together in a coral reef
I would point out game, and he would laugh
I would teach Pete how to speak American
I would teach him how to read
so that he could read my little hit list
I would point out who he should eat
I would skip cursive though
No one uses that any more
Lucky steampunk faerie finally found an adventure novel
Deep in the nook of the black forest’s sycamore grove
Especially for you, was written in cursive inside the cover
She had no idea who wrote it, but enjoyed the sentiment
I told you a human would like your book, an owl whispered.
“Not if you tell her it was written by a mouse,” his lunch said.