Short Diminutive Poems
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The refrigerator breeze, air in motion, recycled E, air enables emotions, resembles diminutive crush gusts to giant sorrowful storms which scales the love of motion.
- Loverboi
Pee Wee Reese was a diminutive shortstop
For the old Brooklyn Dodgers when I was a tot
With Jackie at second
Both are legends
Heroes of my childhood and a joy to watch
...There is a moment when the crystals of time dance with time
Frothing tide pools diminutive wink
Soldier helpless door closes on thin twine
Night sea ease
Night Sea
Ease
Night Sea
Primitive and Dimunitive
When things started out they were primitive;
Person's existence was small and diminutive;
Came long way,
Night and day;
Are advanced we must always be inquisitive.
Jim Horn
Diminutive,
held in outward sighs,
control, curtsy, chivalry
with oceanic eyes;
Deep dreamer,
forward thinker,
silencer, sprouting poise,
kindnesses core respect;
of place, art and age;
current behavior
from bygone days
Japan stays.
Shadows prowl early evening.
A diminutive witch and Spiderman
huddle at an unknown door.
The creep within
rubs himself again.
A dad suspects laced candy
ushers kids away.
Tell all, tell the town,
hell is already here
dressed as a clown.
Diminutive dwarf donned a dark dapper derby
Enthusing excitable elf’s electric eel’s energy
Following frenzied faerie’s forever frills and fantasy
Garnishing gremlin and gargoyle’s grassy greenery
Holding hostage history’s hysterical hideous Henry.
He was lilliputian size
Which works for some women
Never for a man
He is rather diminutive, his blind dates are warned
Teensy-weensy would have been more accurate
His arms are the width of yard sticks
He never found love
Because he never met a faerie
escape
my egg shell world
discover a strand of approval and approve of what I, myself, do find
let me reach
up
to new heights
before my journey can begin I find your doubt break my stairway
and
my one diminutive desire
blocked
by your contempt.
Tough-talking film-noir luminary, Humphrey Bogart.
His distinctive snarling voice and lisp set him apart.
Swept film noir leading lady, Lauren Bacall, off her feet.
Diminutive, sarcastic; played characters that packed heat.
Roadways and divided highways and destinations to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice. Headed
Into a dead-end no outlet to take unconsciously.
Directions were given were very diminutive and insecurities
entered to forms judgments of self doubt and vulnerability visited.
Roadways and divided highways, Destinations
to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice
Headed into a dead end no outlet to take
unconsciously. Directions were given was very diminutive! and insecurities that formed judgments of one's self doubt and vulnerability visited one's insecurities.
The pond's algae swirls artistically
around the lily pads,
captive oracle of the canoe's wake,
velveteen green of a finer weft
than the gown of a Queen's,
richer in hue than the paint
from Monet's pallet.
The innate beauty of nature,
most diminutive, thriving on earth,
in water and under the fire
of a setting sun.
Diminished from 6 iambic feet to 1. A new form, I am sure it is, I have checked and found nothing. If you do know different, please do let me know, thank you!
My love for wildlife, all of natures creations
Mighty fauna, to the diminutive,
viruses to humungous trees.
Found nigh every day,
discoveries,
new life.
She was playing against the top player
Now she hoped to be the giant slayer
The reigning champion stood at six feet
This diminutive challenger was the one to defeat
As the match went on it became clear
That the reigning champion's defeat was near....
Victory .... "Short" and Sweet ....
~
Some Old, Short Ditties
(doggerel)
I.
Our sojourn on Earth
is of diminutive worth.
Our small time is spent
(and no more are we lent!)
long before we're ready.
II.
Drunkening wine of heady
illusion obliterates thought
and causes confusion.
III.
Fleeting is life!
Fruitless existence!
'Ere any purpose
is completed
life is done --
and we're defeated!
'
Form:
With a spurn of yellow and a shout –
A lone Mexican poppy
Aside the mountain path
Caught my meandering eye.
How diminutive was its stem
And so few were its petals –
Nevertheless – smart with poison –
As it stood there – tranquil.
For one who’s loud in color –
I warned the little poppy –
It’s not good to be popular
For you can be plucked easily.
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
Darla was petite, tiny, diminutive, doll-like.
which is acceptable, even admirable for a woman.
her twin brother Dell had the same teeny tiny physique.
He was not considered a catch, never had a date.
Dell spent his life alone, but he was not lonely.
He enjoyed Darla’s family, children, and grandchildren.
Forever a favorite uncle, never a husband or a daddy.
Some thought it was a half life, but he was satisfied.
oh, you ...
diminutive little creature
no bigger than
my pinky's fingernail
yet your sweet song fills
my chill spirit with hope as large
as creation -
a longing for warmth and promise -
bright life and joyous activity
a buoyant anticipation
of better things to come
and the mysteries and ebullience
of summer
your twilight serenade has
at long last returned
and like you ...
I am awakening.
Death, the final equalizer;
be it a leaf, human or star
their end is inevitable.
Can it easily be conceived?
will it truly be understood?
Do their unique differences:
diminutive or gigantic
change deaths meaning and concept?
Does any of that matter much?
Humans perceive death as macabre
a horror of loss and decay.
leaf and star suffer the same fate
yet both lives end naturally
without a promised afterlife.
Magic is a pretty cat,
Of undetermined breed;
Though her conformation says,
She could be part Siamese;
But she is black as black can be,
With luminous green eyes,
Dainty as a butterfly,
Diminutive in size.
She has a tiny little meow,
Musical it seems,
Sometimes she murmurs in her sleep,
Having kitty dreams.
She's really quite affectionate,
And very, very smart.
It isn't hard to see how quick,
She stole away my heart.
The flitter, flitter of the humming bird,
Is a joy to behold,
Wings bating and flapping,
A creature unbridled with,
Any consequence to unfold.
This diminutive avian,
Who is only in search of nutrient,
Attracted by an alluring tinge,
Brings joy to my eyes,
If only for a brief moment.
Thank you winged friend,
For this brief elation,
You made my apathy turned to exultation,
Even that you must part,
For your next destination.
A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room.
From window to window, greener than green;
Beauty emerges excited to be seen.
Rain washes away and wind polishes the scape;
Lives held captive bonds' agape.
Warmth from above, remnants past from below;
Dainty fragile bursts of creation begin to grow.
Light penetrates longer and longer;
Whilst all of beauty dances stronger and stronger.
Caught up in all things great,
And diminutive anew;
Grasping my own fate,
What shall I do?