Short Deposited Poems
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When you were mine
I deposited myself on you
felt light
now, you are others'
you put your weight on me
and, I am overloaded
can't move on......
Wild weather worked a wicked prank;
Bankrupt I went, then sank and drank.
To be more precise
Funds melted like ice,
Deposited in the wrong bank.
December 27, 2020
True friends are a treasure
Deposited in one's heart
From which
He may withdraw any amount
Without ever having to ask!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 September 2022
I am in your life to love you unconditionally,
Not to add bricks and mortar,
to walls around your heart,
deposited by ignorance.
Rather,
to help tear down those walls,
so you are free,
to love again.
"wherefore art thou"
I posted or should
I say deposited
This poem
Or is it
Not
A poem
At all butt of a
Rememberance of what
As Dali once
Said, If I
Sign
My
Name
On it then
IT whether it
is my s*IT be
comes
ART!!!
Water wearing down the mountain
carving out a canyon
For millions of years it
makes its mark
causing cracks and crevices
into which it creeps
carrying away the detritus
to be deposited downstream
Sculpting the landscape
just as Michelangelo did marble
An aquatic artist
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I hate it
I hate the drugs
I hate the people
I hate the depression
I hate the needles
I hate my actions
And what I do
For drugs
Mounting huge debts
And owing out my check
Each month but now
Im good 900 deposited
Into my savings and I still
Got over 500 left
Probably put in some more
All the flowers in the garden
are not roses
All the glitters in the world
are not gold
All the clouds in the sky
do not shower
Many stars twinkle in the sky
but only one of them is the sun
Many memoirs are deposited in my memory
but few of them I could remember
Many paths are directed to many ways
we should find out which one is the best
Embers glow in the soul of a man,
deposited in the heart's fathoms by the unseen hand of love.
Sorrows, life's painful gifts, can fan The Embers into holy Flame.
For some the flame grows and casts this adopted light
almost carelessly, to a dark world.
For others, these gifts bring lasting dispair,
and the The Embers glow slowly fades and dies.
Some years ago,
having more than I needed
and time on my hands,
I deposited funds from
one side of the country
to the other.
Private, closet sized rooms,
sanitized for my protection,
visual stimulations upon request.
Today my progeny are everywhere,
and not once in all those years
so much as a father's day card
from the ungrateful little rug-rats.
I went to my memory bank to add some thoughts..
I had so many; I didn't realize how many I brought!
So, I deposited some happy memories adding more to what I had..
Using the happy ones to replace the sad..
I asked to receive a bond of friendship..
Good advice I left for a tip..
In the savings I deposited an abundance of love..
In my bank statement it read "It's worth more than the above."
Unearned breath is deposited in to my flesh; I am awake
my eyes are open and are able to view another day.
my limbs allow my walk without crutched assistance,
from my mouth flow my words with no hesitance.
I do not have to stress over food,clothing, or bills,
nor do i doubt any sickness I have, you will heal.
i cannot unerstand why you love me so much
i do not mean a thing without your guiding touch.
many years ago,
I set a seed,
I never saw that seed,
the seed that I set,
produced in the dark,
deposited in the dark,
never to see daylight,
yet evolved and grew,
the miracle of life,
spiritual Life changer,
I am, what I am,
because I set that seed,
never regretted,
always felt privileged by
experiences encountered,
pain,sorrow, joy, elation,
delightful emotions,
all because I set that seed.
Form:
Time
Written: by Tom Wright
1/31/2016
Time has a lesser degree of importance,
Than what you’ve determined to use it for.
It’s unlike your money deposited in a bank,
When it’s insufficient, you just add more.
But after our clock on earth has concluded,
Though God knows, we’ll all hear Him chime.
Was reaching lost souls a part you excluded,
What did you do with your assigned time?
The clouds rolled by my
Open window
And deposited wisps of memories
as i lay awake
in the darkness
Staring into this foggy space.
Headlights fill the windows
And squares of light run across the ceiling.
A dog barks
once, twice.
Shadows move across the slit of light under the door.
Voices that strayed, peppered with pauses.
I closed my eyes
Wrapped myself in a gentle breeze
That blew away the fog
And I floated into sleep.
What we are sailing into was predetermined.
It is not our fault.
We are stupid and alien to this mat we call earth.
Not very long ago.... there were creatures, feeling normal, having 4 legs
We are an alien race; deposited here by chance and time.
We are temporary and soon forgotten
With
All
Of
Our toys
Beliefs
And
Production
Rotting
Into
The
Next
Archeological
Dig
I remember the sheer elation,
just like it was yesterday
Forty years tears of joy removed ...
Thirty months, same feeling safely deposited
Twenty weeks marked a memory pulse acceleration
Ten days of jubilation thoughts from bald to grey,
felt like five hourglass Palm turns
on a dawn, Easter Sunday
Zero minute ticks in the mind,
completes the heart contraction of time ...
I celebrate not a wasted second
Without knowing, or words spoken,
there was an underlying sense we could, and would,
find a way to be together.
Spirits soared, souls joined, unhindered by doubts.
Trying to see each other when possible , matters to me.
because spirits can take wing again.
if we have the capacity to release them.
But we need a place where doubts and fears can be deposited,
and left behind,
forgotten, if only for a moment.
Your embrace.
I ate;
I ache;
Now I smell up the air;
passing those flatulent gassy breeze;
Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;
Constipated, concentrated dreams;
Reality pinching me at the seems;
Evacuated;
Re-leaved myself;
Now I deposited wasted products;
Inhaling warm air, burping a bleach;
Biodegradable stents;
Reality pinching me at the seems;
Constipated, concentrated dreams;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
11/15/18
Today the world is lived
in meditation..
We don't live to die ...
Legs are not for walking
steps are not to pass ...
Osculation just to sigh,
to dream deposited busses
and received ...
Arms are not for hugging ...
Just to remember
ancient embraces
expanded...
Memories
sounded in the air ...!
The fountain is opened,
The sky is rent apart,
They take their journey,
A purpose is to be fulfilled,
A mission is to be accomplished,
The journey of a raindrop,
Can't be wholly fathomed,
Its existence as an entity,
Is incomprehensible,
What we know is what we see,
What we see is what we believe,
It rinses clean the atmosphere,
It drains away the unclean substances,
Some float,
Some are deposited,
Harmful substances to an all-embracing host.
April 30, 2022.
Talking about something new
A new Wave
That waves through the hearts of men
Men who are willing
To take over wheels
So they could head up hills
" This one is worth it "
" This I'm created for "
" This I would die for "
Are the words Pounding in their minds
As they pound forth
And these also rings through the core corner
Of their minds
Just as it shines it's vast lights
Of ideas deposited
On the hills of today
But were infants of yesterday.
28/06/2017