Short Dig In Poems
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I like them better than big cake
Because I am the only one to eat on mine
or dig in it or mess with it
Cupcakes so tasty and sweet
Caught in branches
Struggle but thorns dig in deeper
Wait for help
"FLOWERS, TREES & SCRUBS I LUV HAIKU" contest by Sweet
© 2000
time to dig in
be a friend
don't need this
than love exist
help your brother
not about corlor
do the lords will
its the
SEASON TO GIVE
citrus spray fills the air
nails dig in thin yellow skin
lips pucker body shivers
P.R.Deremer
your dig in my mind
for you love shine
lets leave our trouble
behind
give it a nuther try
now i know why
without you am so alone
baby
PLEASE COME HOME
time dig in
its a love win
do the lord will
give
if you can
its the lords hand
to us old young goat
to feel much better
FOR THIS REASON
ITS
COAT DRIVE SEASON
Oh sweet ocean waves
Lap onto my beach
Wash away all the filth
Your white tips can reach
Dig in with a force
That few understand
Return all the purity
Of youth to my sands
Form:
Passionate rapture
and dig-in gorge
Scorge for your pleasure
and torch the sporge
Scratch her and bite her
and force her to courge
Crack for the desperate
and lack of borge
Nothing more defended
than the status quo
To protect and covet,
never let go
Attacked by outsiders,
heels to dig in
Rocking the boat
—water within
(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I'm waiting for you
while I hear the clock
I'm waiting for the smiles
that you paint in my thoughts
I'm waiting while my mind
creates a plot
where I dig in your heart
to see what you are made of.
Jessica
TO SHINE
I am sending my love for the time to shine
We have to do the best to dig in the mine
Let's do everything to get on the line
Don't you think the world is fine
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 25, 2016
***(And if ever you don’t see)
And if ever you don’t see
Exodus,
dig in the soil like a fruit
worm
and lift the stone of yourself
heavier,
to find a word
harder than Maya.
And if you ever demand for more,
dig the sky.
***(And if ever you don’t see)
And if ever you don’t see
Exodus,
dig in the soil like a fruit
worm
and lift the stone of yourself
heavier,
to find a word
harder than Maya.
And if you ever demand for more,
dig the sky.
Sheep are shorn
not because it’s Spring wool has grown too long
Shivering as Winter’s blades dig in
furthering suff’ring’s wrong
The shepherd unsheathes his sword,
“vengeance is mine,” the Lord’s song
7/28/2020
In measured strides men step
one, a champion of industry
another, desperately treading water
no matter, their pursuit being
the holy grail of existence…
as women dig in, to man the
barricades of hearth and soul
holes we dig in earth
heats the carbon in the air
sky high above us.
copyright 2011
Anne Rutherford
Collectors, traveling from far,
Dig in ashes piled behind
The weather-whitened, ghost-town bar:
Whiskey bottles there to find.
A hundred years have come to pass:
Cowboys—gamblers—girls—all dead.
Half-buried legacies of glass
Gleam beneath the rotting shed.
The deeper the stronger
How deep can you go
How free are you
How much sight
Do you have to see
Just to be awaken
How is your life
If your ability
Are limited
Go spiritual
Then you can
Go deep
The more spiritual
The more deeper
You dig in life
Collards cornbread piled
On pretty plastic plate
Red eye grits with cheese for taste
Nice slice of sweet potato cake
Black eyed peas good to me
Really did pass on the pigs feet
Entire brown biscuit with molasses
All soul food fed the masses
Dig in enjoy with tea in glasses
I write
To get off
While
I Get on
I write
To juggle
The right
And
The wrong
I write
To reach out
As well
As dig in
The what’s?
The why’s?
The Who’s
The when’s
I write to
Express
Happiness
Sadness
Regret
I write
To share me
And that’s
What you get
fresh blanket of white
icing up the tender shoots...
green grass is confused
windows steamed again
blocking out the wintry scene...
hoofprints in the yard
squirrels look for seeds
dig in snow for something more...
false alarm for spring
When not at hard work; play no copying games
Why copy the hard-work of another poet
If you want a new write do this;
put your pen on paper and dig in deep
and see between the lines,
and see your own piece to highly arise
A talent of your own proudly shown
This also a possibility to win cherished gold
As I dig in this ditch,
The ground spiders make me itch.
'I'm not a ghoul', that is my pitch,
As I long to be a witch.
This graveyard labor makes me twitch,
As the more holes I dig, I will soon be rich.
And as for the universe, I found the stich;
Digging holes is my niche!
Saturday, October 16, 2021
This Hole-
I always seem to dig in,
Never wanting what is to come,
Never taking pleasure in it,
I want to mend,
These broken hearts-
And mine,
My insides,
They churn with disgust-
Disgust of myself.
I am furious,
Yet withdrawn,
Let me out,
Out of this prison-
Not physical,
Oh no-
It’s a prison of my mind.
Diminishing recollections
of
my past
The tide slides up
onto the beach
Barefoot impressions
of experience
crumble in the brine
Receding water
leaves a
clear sand slate
Now here comes the
next fool
to dig in his toes
To make his stand
against the waves
of time
Impotent impudence
Man is thy form