Short Discarded Poems
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Her Junihitoe
Now discarded and thrown down
To adorn the floor...
Reveals an inner beauty
Of that yet unblemished core.
I weep not for you
I cry not for a failed hope,
a dream discarded,
but only sigh and lay these
small words at the feet of time.
she was chucked aside
abandoned and forsaken
learning lifes lesson
discarded and dumped
throwm away and deserted
an abused child
betrayed, discarded, abandoned
indifference is the ultimate pain
yet did we not build up expectation
and now sorrow, wearing this chain
SAD
Sad to say, as you betrayed, I did not weep but just discarded you.
10/11/16
Sad one-line Contest by Silent One.
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Cans lie strewn, litter
tossed away, discarded trash.
Dents - defile, deform
the perfect container form.
Wanton abuse uncalled-for.
From a broken Heart, does one recover:
To know you will always love the other?
When discarded like trash, far too late, alas!
You soon discover you long for that Lover?
shifted suddenly to another realm ~
wherefrom there are caused thoughts that overwhelm
are not dreams discarded in nonchalance ~
why’s playful dalliance not our response
Oh Lord,
Never allow the weeds
To grow under my feet,
Cause I might just be
Pulled out and discarded
Onto the compost heap of life…...
Francis Cooper – Mac © March 2016
i am holding the parts together
sat across from me
all I thought i would need
Tells me he met another
discarded me left me to internally bleed
watering the heart that has no seed
A chagrined clown hung his head in shame
for the disgrace of what he became,
when an opportune slip of the heel,
on a discarded banana peel,
got a pretty good laugh just the same.
The contents long consumed, discarded;
the packet stirred in the gentle breeze
before rising, dancing, escaping;
an ersatz yellow-red autumn leaf;
wind chaser that will live forever.
the laces are caught up
& torn down the side
the words that once held up
have long been discarded
tender silk & flesh,
now covered with lines
let our scars remind us;
we're still alive
You
left me
all
alone,
cast aside
used goods,
to
be ditched
discarded
forsaken and
tossed away
like lint:
though
you swore
to love me
until
death
do us
part.
No vivid re-telling
But in mind only
Which inconceivable realness
Of years, most approved.
And now, for the next hour's
Discarded mem'ry
Is everything, and of each
Dull moment so proved!
Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt.
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required.
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden.
releasing you
to the winds that bind us
~ myself now freed
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on March 7, 2023 for contest UP TO YOU AGAIN sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Haiku is
Lucidity
Unseen
Senryu
A sightless eye
Does not see the deep night
Blindness has no hue
Haiku
The shrubs by the road
Is full of dust thrown up by cars
Discarded dreams
my mind carries me
each day spent
through waves of wonder
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on June 23, 2018 for contest MAGICICADA 13 - BODY AND MIND sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY - RANKED 2ND
lay crumbled on floor
her face alabaster white
red lips as though they had bled
no life anymore
beautiful blue eyes shut tight
puppeteer had cut the thread.
original date jan 2016
Unwanted mail,
Discarded piece by piece,
Colors that invade around you,
Outlining shades,
Of being displeased,
Fading wasting moments,
As time takes toll,
Laughter and love,
Are lost in your soul.....
Here I Lay Broken
Like A Rag Doll
Discarded So Easy
No One Cares
Maybe They Are Unaware
From the Floor
I Look at The Door
Will He Come Back
To Re-attack
Who Cares
Here I Lay Broken
Snippets of a discarded song breach my unguarded ears,
Dive through a drowning of blue-soaked years,
depth-charge submerged memories,
Send lost love pluming through the surface of my pacific mind.
When heaven's been discarded
and our dreams are lost forever,
then we will wail o'er our
misspent fortune-- our small
time in history, soon to be
forgotten by twittering birds
and grossly fat narcissists.
My life and how I feel
Can be aliken to a bicycle wheel
Buckled punctured
Deflated and crushed
Discarded to a garbage dump
Unwanted useless forgotten
Beginning to rust.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015. July.