Short Drape Poems
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The pale half-moon,
like a swag of sheerest organdy,
adorns the sky...
an ornamental drape
on an ethereal window.
sun scorched barren hills
drape in cloud of monsoon rains ...
verdant carpet spreads
September 25, 2018
Oh,dreary day,no light from sun.
Clouds drape over land thine air is one.
Heavens' curse,lost of hues.
Outward look becomes a muse.
George Herbert gave verse a shape
in patterns he poetry did drape
He also created many syllabic forms
with him poetic training was born
Shower, she exits
Naked stance in wetted drape
A droplet espied
In slow cascade towards pert
Perpendicular excite
.
cold drape of darkness
obscures a lost horizon
fire flies poke holes
©7/6/2018
for The Poet Doctor – HAIKU in 5 7 5 only – Poetry contest
Ah
Darling
Desired so
Desperately
Draw deep drowsy yawn
Drown me with tears
Drape me dry
Dear spring
Ah
February 27, 2022
Dreams
Waft
Downward
Billowing
As the bed sheets drape.
Fold in the sides - tuck the corners
For only then will my wrinkled thoughts be neatly made.
hard against the wall
the seat of death finally rests
in ironic drape, ropes hang
wicker basket waits
a twist, a turn, beheaded
mans inhumanity dealt
Tassels of flakes studded in pearl
Drape the lane where ice-capped elms unfurl.
Andrea Dietrich's Frozen In Crystalline Contest
11/23/2014
The light of the sun
shines a warm, bright
heat to a bedcover
stitched in flowers.
I sleep by
a blue
flower drape.
It comforts
the fresh
sunned skin.
Form:
a storm is brewing
gothic billows drape the sun-
churning glints of jade
jagged winds inhale; all still-
a distant siren echoes
**17 Apr 20168**
Like a solemn drape on a weeping sky,
a rain of insight as vast as the sea,
with a belly brimming with hidden truths—
of sorrow, stillness, hope and loyalty,
and of wisdom, freedom, and clarity.
cheeks
frame the miles
which they see.
lids
shield,
drape,
and keep.
lashes
brush,
dust,
and sweep.
tears
wash,
cry,
and clean.
but when a Mirror speaks,
the eyes say
“woe are we”
Vanished glitter, evaporated beauty and shape
Faces that the fabric of wrinkles of agony drape
Tormented and anguished soul in the body’s unsightly prison
Without the succor of death is there an escape?
Moon drunk fool,
you hide your pain
gloriously.
I adore the way you
drape your words
around the night and
make mellow poems
to soothe the sting of this
lunatic
lovelorn
lousy
life.
Folds of paper edges in shape
delicate tales of intricate drape
thousand beautiful Origami cranes
holding hearts in wedlock chains
a crescent moon, no lines or creases
crumpled papers ...in bits and pieces
Everyone is brave
inside the café
Tall glasses of courage,
fear toasting itself
The sound of the motors,
the drape of the muleta
A court full of jesters
—reliving the lie
(Amtrak To 30th Street: May, 2021)
Little girl, fallen angel,
Lie down here,
Open your eyes,
Your legs,
Drape them around me.
Think of England,
Think of how much it hurts.
Bite your lip,
Swallow
The Blood.
Does this feel better?
Do you like this?
I can’t remember myself
I’m lost
in the attraction
the bleeding need
the dirty impolite hunger
make me somehow matter
soap me with important gifts
drape me brilliant feathers
curves that bedevil
make me pretty
to him
Dark cloud clumps drape the rising sun
Deep within the hollow heart they burn
The scene of silver lined art-form
The new day gets from the storm
Joy flashing as the lightning wedge
Strife-surged life finds at pain’s edge
HIGH TENSION
Horizon to skyline traversing panoply of greenery
High over verdant land they drape an elegant catenary
Stark constructs of geometry stand noble tall and fine
Their mission for the nation to forever hold the line
Cold winter's breath blows
Icey fingers decorate
Dark clouds forebode snow
Chance climate holds thus
Dancing white will soon alight
The god's magic dust
Colorless earthscape
Snow maiden weave thy blanket
Fair comfort to drape
A sari of soft silk
I drape your fluid grace
Flowery motifs your curves seek
Satin skin they embrace
Feather fabric you wear
Become fashion bird, fly in flair.
November 8, 2017.
Contest : Knit Your Fabric
Sponsor : nette onclaud
Both Mind and Body
Had seemed to be physically out of shape,
And with death remember having a scrape;
Missed next curve;
Started to swerve;
Found dead and body over wheel did drape.
Kind of reminds me of Tiger Woods.
Jim Horn