Short Dim Poems
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Fascination held
in passion's grip
may kindle
one-track
mind's
Captivation held
in ardour's grasp
will secrete
selfless
love.
i love the shadows
my mind and its perspective
the human knot
3/24/2023
Inspired by Dilly Dally’s long title senryu ;)
Footsteps echo, whispers fade,
grief lingers where light once dwelled.
The earth sighs, arms stretched wide,
cradling silence, rocking pain and loss.
Billy Bunter was a lad
Before fast-food became a fad
Ever ready to pass the buck,
Overweight,down on his luck-
Decided to 'borrow' his school mates' tuck.
When choosing the dim or the vicious,
it may be entirely propitious
to go for the fool
because, as a rule,
stupidity's not as pernicious.
spent my life taking
photographs of her
in my world of shame
every motion made
was sensual and
deserving an Angelic frame
she now has gone
into the black and white
of which she came
GIVE & TAKE
Fascination held
in passion's grip
may kindle
one-track
mind's
Captivation held
in ardour's grasp
will secrete
selfless
love.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
re-post inspired by Constance contest on form D
GIVE & TAKE
Fascination held
in passion's grip
may kindle
one-track
mind's
Captivation held
in ardour's grasp
will secrete
selfless
love.
The light that refused to dim
still darkness orbits it fanatic
The universe has lost a little laughter
The role has become the actor
and the words have turned to the sun
for all have now become none
Bright Outlook and View Not Dim
He has Bright Outlook and View Not Dim;
Always was a great guy so neat and trim;
With great voice,
And we rejoice;
His name is Jim and we always love him.
Jim Horn
Bright flame to
Fading ember
Reservoir of
Creative joy
Now depleted
Brings the
Dim
Dismaying
Emptiness of
Effete creativity
Disheartens
Disenchants
The migrant
Soul of Striving
Artistry
Wondered sky tied up
the death at last,
the murmur of rain has stopped
and dim light of a melancholic star
touched me and became gradually monotonous with sadness.
The unfinished poem therefore melts in the dew
and covered the horizon.
We bare of human; sic-ning'
Planned these decade long schemes?
Some mad-sters of eugenics
In bid to cap our dynamics.'
All based on their (spatial distancing)
And murder as ever
Of conscious never
With extremisam
Of which I am no fan forever.!
Clouds of loneliness
Emptiness surrounds us all
Grey lining around
That lonely little dim cloud
I worry being alone
Russell Sivey
Title, "Clouds of Loneliness"
Entrant into Francine Roberts' "Write me a Lightfoot Poem" contest
4/12/2012
It’s not about Poetics,
but the meaning it involves
The meter, rhyme, and format,
just tools to then resolve
Great thoughts need little structure,
their light too bright to dim
By any academic mode
—that chokes the voice within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
The shy moon blushes as I walk the path down to your house
Like a beacon of welcome your bedroom window shines
Making my soul hunger for you
In the frost of the morning I trod up the path
Back to my home on the hill in my worn shoes
My soul full from your loving glow
The stars dim quietly to sleep
When they first played 'Let It Be'
I heard whispered words of wisdom
An answer came from Paul McCartney
Puro alto, sprouting wings of ecstasy
The light shined on, yet dim the night
Mother Mary came not in daylight
Quenched the notes from John's guitar
Let It Be... finale ~ mystery memoir
A couple shares a conversation
Under a porch light dim
Pleasant kind and respectful
These two share each other's tales
Adventures they had together
And some they had apart
Laughing together in the night
They each enjoy this time
For rare and precious are these
Moments under a porch light dim
The lighting, it was over-bright
So much so that I could not read
Your book of hills and delta bright
The lighting, it was over-bright
This time can you tone it down slight
I understand you feel our need
The lighting, it was over-bright
So much so that I could not read
_________________________________
June 15, 2016
The room is empty but for shadows
My mirror is reflecting the setting sun
See clearly
How flowers shrink
And the spark is leaving
Targets are in reach
But the mind runs slow
Everything is achieved
And now my skills decay
But the sight is widening
And details appearing
Senses awakening
Even though
The bright is paling
Just a Haiku’s
You made me dumb drunk
I gave a for your mind
It was just a
Dim of mind you are
Thinking that a is love
It was just a
Paper bag o'er head
Is how I wished you to be
It was just a
When I did you
It was her face I did see
It was just a
Regret meeting you
Nearly lost the one I want
You were just a
By Cathrin Stuart
Dreams begin to dim, fading
Light begins to show, invading
Swirling into wakeful focus
Lavender, white, autumn crocus
Dusty lilac daybreak dawning
On this misty autumn morning
Merging into dreamlike wonder
Rousing to the sound of thunder
Clinging onto fading dreams
Dancing, golden sunshine beams
Lazily you start to swim
As mystic dreams begin to dim
Form:
Words cannot appear
with your brain all lit up like that.
Most of your better images
are born in that low-grade radiance
of flesh and bone.
After the low glow
you can fill in the mind-gaps
with moonshine and lighter fluid.
Now you can switch
the blinding glare of reason
back on again, but never fully
or you may cover up
what you have just revealed.
In the dim light seen
The trees show a theme
A tree of a human
With a high forehead
With a long nose
Fingertips to his lip
Saying be quiet
I'm trying to sleep
Raindrops on the windowpane
Many raindrops spread out
From the window to the ground
Raindrops from the sky
This is seen from the lamp post
Raindrops from the sky
Shining in the dim light
In the evening night
My reward is swallowed in the light,
The settling of soft palms.
Everyone drinks themselves to death
While grinning madly.
The power of the land
Imploring all to seek.
Tear the flesh and listen to the birds
As I fly wingless!
I will not make a sound
As I float over the orchestra.
The light calls again,
Dimming now, as the old face
In the palm tree greets me well.