Short Dead Poems
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Love is like a remote
It's never there when you look for it
But once you find it
And push its buttons
You gain control
Form:
cat, death, dog, flower, nature, rain,
HAIKU
It rained cats and dogs
My begonia bit the dust!
Dead-drunk begonia!
Rushing to nowhere
The dead are lowest on time
For eternity
Self-condemned to walk empty
Though life works differently
toget things done
my repect you won
from the start
you worked hard
you knew too
it was a matter of time
you had a
DEAD LINE
Which is that aspect of me
Looming in delusional ennui
Numbed to innate inner sentience
Of bliss outpouring in innocence
Looking back, was the rose in me,
Looser having his heart savagely grime...
Looming at the jar,
Was the poisoned love.
dead flies trapped
in cobwebs and dust - -
a spider feeds
for Francine’s Cobwebs & Dust contest
(Cobwebs & Dust)
23rd March
dead leaves soar and fly
more lovely than when alive
they too conquer death
Jack Horne for Constance's Nature Haiku contest
Dead-end streets are all the ways that lead to evil's residence!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2016
I shall live
In this grave
To write this
Letter to myself
I shall not be move
God is working on me
We speak to the dead
Fleeing in the dead of night,
fleeting form, out of sight.
Shifting mist of hider's delight,
day is coming, death is bright.
Rising from dead gray ash remnants
Unforeseen spark of something
A joyful life of abundance
Dancing in her own heart string.
The dealer dealt the hand with deft finesse
Black aces and black eights
Felt the muzzle on my neck.
Written March 22, 2022
Gave lots of grog
to his dog. Now
he’ll blog on it!
Nov. 29, 2020
for the Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest of charles messina
winning his ticket home dishonorably, the victor lies in a ditch
12/23/2018
Contest: Winners and Losers
Sponsor: Silent One
Dead Heat
Fell through cracks pink slipped
His mirth sending her sweet home
Aglow in dead heat
connie pachecho
9/5/17
I see them run,their voices echo like a blasting gun!All these thoughts within my head,its not
me its the spirits of the dead!
Form:
back bearing tramp stamp
body piercings everywhere
today's, girl next door
raises the dead eyebrows of
aunt Bea and Mrs. Cleaver.
its no lie if you die
the clover its over
to be able help other and me
set us free
got use your head
because
DEAD IS DEAD
Not all abide
Time bide all aside
Beauty in eyes not lain
But we do sin
A world beyond life
There our soul punish or relief
Everything I do is conscious
Every action I take
the decisions I make.
I'm not a slave of my instincts.
I choose inhibitions.
Dead Babies
You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore
1948 the year a country was raised from the dead
120 an age you'd live to if your not dead
2068 The dead line for what is said
Fairly
Squarely
Rarely
Barely
Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true
Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew
1-19-2018
DEAD CATS AND DEAD MOUSES!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Cat catches rat-
I learned then!
Copycats mouse-
My child learns now!