Short Dicing Poems
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Explain the words
and all freedom is gone
Slicing and dicing
enslaved to the throng
Meaning depends
upon whom and what’s heard
Evolving new wings
—each reader a bird
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Categories:
dicing, freedom, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Coruscating Fire, Wielding Shields Of Knights
Brandishing Spears Sacred as Light,
Crusading Upright St.George Like
Into Fields Of Destiny with Steeds Of Epic Flight,
Chasing Legends
Dicing and Slashing, Full Speed In Gleaming Sabatons
Categories:
dicing, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Life- Aye
My cherished one
set against
a sordid world
My lanes are coerced
just as my feet are formed
My life is a platter
furnished on a plaza
dicing my thoughts
stewing my ordeal
rendering my life
a treasure meal
set before a soulless world
Categories:
dicing, deep,
Form:
Narrative
In bits and pieces
Truth now comes
in bits and pieces
Leaving us dwindling
to fret and to take flight
Waking up to a staggering dawn
Walking with tips of toes
We are so bewildered
With upmost chills
Crushing our topmost wills
now wary of kings and princes
As the sword emerges
Dicing every word.
Categories:
dicing, anxiety, fear,
Form:
Lyric
*Obsession Of Killing*
Robbery in a snowy pumpkin patch'
Pumpkins Gone Wild!!
Wateriness of the eyes'
Engravers give mean scary look~
No fingerprints to be found,
Like or resembling autumns doom,
Sign language in every Caucasian shadow~
by;p.d.
(note)
I'm talking about slicing and dicing PUMPKINS...
READ ABOUT THIS POEM...
Categories:
dicing, abuse, bullying, change,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Coffee at 3 a.m.
But why?
To dunk the cookies.
Are you sleeping?
Are you on your meds?
This is irritating.
Shut up!
Loud stupid infomercial woke me up.
Slicing. Dicing. Chop. Chop. Best carving tool in the world.
Only nineteen, ninety-nine.
Damn!
So here I am, drinking coffee at 3 a.m.
Prudent to on one else.
Does not even make sense to me.
Okay, maybe a bit I decide as
I reach for my next cookie to dunk in the hot stuff.
Categories:
dicing, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
I have plenty of food said his host Mr. Dicing.
You can have warm raspberry scones with sugar icing.
Dragon was sure it would not be enough food for him.
But he liked this guy, so he took a bite on a whim.
It was gooey and warm and had a sweetness full of delight
Raspberry scones are amazing, the dragon said, quite out-of-sight.
Mr. Dicing was pleased, he loved watching the big scaly beast eat.
Dragon ate a bucket of scones and yelled out, “They are so sweet!”
Categories:
dicing, 10th grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
Mommy where are we going?
Going for a ride?
Going to the store?
When will we be back?
I'm hungry!
Who are these people mommy?
What do they want with you?
If they hurt you mommy don't be afraid to let out a cry!
Mommy they are slicing and dicing and pulling my insides.
Why do I have to die?
I never even got to smell the grass or catch a bass.
I never saw the trees or the leaves.
Why did you abort me mommy you never even tried?
In the process I had to die!
mommy why?
Categories:
dicing, loss
Form:
Rhyme