Short Depriving Poems
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In the hotel room
You feel more at home
You sleep better without
Without anything
Without everything
Without real life
Depriving yourself
As martyrs often do
If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
O, good. Just what I’ve always wanted to elect
a Senatorial candidate with a Nazi tattoo on his chest
What do you mean he’s dropping out of the race
~ depriving me of voting for one of America’s best
Deep within my tissue hidden from the eye
there is a secret I don't want you to know
The unknown comes at the wrong time
Depriving life's joy and comforts
The secret is always present coursing through
my veins. Promised to reveal itself at a most inopportune time.
Depriving myself a chance to transcend,
Mistaken identity became my dead end.
Spirals and circles rule my dizzying affliction,
Perceptibility turned science fiction.
culled by cloying seduction and radiant deception,
Cognizant while electing to alter my rality and skew a convincing perception.
Separated by the giant gap of the hallway
As we evade one another during school.
Though in reality, destiny keeps us aloof
Trying to shelter us from a shattered soul.
This depriving distance is just a result of
Knowing I could never have you apart of my life.
Though fate tries to keep us safe and alone,
You are forever on my mind, driving me crazy.
Zimbabwe
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
quick slashing
of hands now untied
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
depriving gray walls
of their stone
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds
till one day at dawn
will come quiet
Donal Mahoney
Mozambique
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
quick slashing
of hands now untied
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
depriving gray walls
of their stone
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds
till one day at dawn
will come quiet
Donal Mahoney
Quarantined, you're stuck behind panes of glass,
depriving you of physical contact.
Goodbyes get exchanged like a fumbled pass,
sorta clumsy, putting on a brave act.
Ah, maw, we’ll visit you here on the grass
however long it takes, and that's a fact.
(Harrisham Rhyme)
04/20/2020
Each Letter Threads The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I see a world steeped in tears of sorrow,
there is so much bigotry, greed, and hate,
that I fear what fate awaits tomorrow.
As politicians scam you to donate,
corruption flows like an open floodgate.
Depriving women of having a choice;
fascists and evangelists share one voice.
The uneducated support a fool,
and both political parties rejoice;
the poorly informed are a useful tool.
i never thought this day would come
many were there, but now only some
once a friend of many
but this day took plenty
what went through his head this day?
leaving these young children to decay
depriving these kids of a future promised
candle light vigils for all who are missed
this school will never forget this day
it will always be remembered this day
the day the boy made the decision to attack
but no one was able to strike back
As a non insertive question
Citizen has single federal file for all personnel.
Objective of research is objective
During description in file
As sealed Indictment within government as possession of journalist record is economy.
Obstruction is escalation of budget into file
Over life of citizen, depriving citizen of liberty.
I am a research journalist.
In poverty I research not creating poverty
This is to learn what you and all can't do
Try as it might to humiliate you and take your self respect
Running round your veins like the coward that it is
You simply turned your cheek towards it
Thus depriving it of its victory
It did its best to try and bring you down
But the more resolute you became
And when you finally tired of this, I inhaled your last breath
So that it couldn't uphold you as its trophy.
Shallow gesture really, my Love, as we both know that it claimed two lives that day.
A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet
A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch
Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in
A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting
Incapacitating desire
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways
Seducing you to stay
Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his outstretched left forearm;
the pen still resting in his hand
while his dreams devise completion.
When the hot droplets of sea hit the rough Fabric on your fitted t shirt
When the bones and nerves that write the Stories in this book grip so tight
They turn white
When
My brain finally lets the walls that
Hold in poison
Depriving the dopamine
The little amount that rarely shines
Give out
And release
I feel so safe
I feel as if the atoms surrounding us
Have vanished
I am vulnerable
And defenseless
But with you
I am not afraid of becoming either
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