Short Downgraded Poems
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wings of security
silence of words
bubbling crimson drink
atrocities of the last
war
eloquent lips of wants
loiter in the dark corridor
of greed
i am downgraded to
a different dimension
Form:
A bird has
changed its body,
downgraded to
a requiem of light bones,
a lost map of flight,
a bag of foreign coins.
Black as old water,
empty as a gutted fish,
still as a prayer,
skinless as the
crashed sky,
eyeless with dismay.
The walls remembered my name not my voice,
My existence faded by the hourglass,
I could feel the weight capture my chest
Felt like a taboo down my throat,
Memories swept, diminished, downgraded
Like words on a wet paper,
I found a letter in the rain
My name on it, my existence erased.
©?Written Whispers
I got what I deserve.
A third-rate circumstance of my own making.
Over the decades, I've downgraded a few times.
Tossed the good ones aside and swallowed the rotten.
Now I dream in burlap and wear the jesters' boots.
It's too late; I've made my bed.
Too late to upgrade
I'm old
The pitch is too steep.
Karma has been more than fair to me.
Listen to poem:
Constant denigration
wears you down
you feel so small
as your efforts are
downgraded with cast-off scoffs.
Your pearls bedraggled,
lack lustre,
displayed dimmed and dulled,
squelched by doubt,
smeared in fear.
Duet performance discordant
sung in disharmony
with lead player out of tune,
tone-deaf.
Belittled, you be,
and bedraggled becomes you.
She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.
She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit.
Black umbrella pupils
Unfurling as my lips
Hold my tongue hostage
Your arms batter my heart's door
Howling winds ripping the roof
Off all our broken promises
But then your lashes shuttered stuck
As my fingers danced in your rain
Your lips downgraded
A hurricane
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Knew it was a matter of time before I wrote a hurricane poem. Hurrah for being a Floridian.
Downgrading storms= storm weakens/ends