Short Draw In Poems
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draw in many breaths
pure crisp cotton snowy air
jagged peaks beckon
snare young and old to challenge
death defying runs of ice
The haunted house on the hill
Shift around at a moment's will
To draw in a crowd
Who's drunk and real loud
So they'll stumble in for the kill
draw in the dirt
now
spit
what dirt
have you made
your breath dusted
resulting in wrap up
what a bow
what a prize
what a clever
who
am
i
draw in the dirt
?
Soon fall will start
Tall Oaks blow in chill winds
Dropping acorns
Food for woodland folk
As nights draw in
A long catnap awaits
4th place in 'Life without U & ME'
I see my beloved when I close my eyes
Sleep can draw in even the most distant being
Touch from miles away
Light and intense
Quiet and powerful
Waking up exhausted
Missing him more
Your love is scored with lines:
The thin one of a bitter smile,
Loosening after while,
The legal ones you sign in ink,
Those ‘round the tub and in the sink,
The battle-lines you draw in bed;
Lastly, lines said in your head.
Your love is scored with lines:
The thin one of a bitter smile,
Loosening after while,
The legal ones you sign in ink,
Those ‘round the tub and in the sink,
The battle-lines you draw in bed;
Lastly, lines said in your head.
Sweet child of mine
Where is your mother?
Your guardian of love?
Because it is cold out here
And the night sky has begun to draw in
Later in life
So too you will understand
That beyond this umbrella
Another world does exist
Where is your mother?
Lusciously liquid
your gaze lights on me,
warming my skin where
eyes longingly trace
contours of a smile.
Tantalizing
your scent coaxes
me to draw in
essence of you.
Your smile pulls
On my heart-
Connections.
Your words
Make me
Crave.
This moment
like dank cellar air
is motionless
except to pass the senses
as saturated air
rolls over skin
as lungs draw in odour
rich in permanence
the soundscape is silenced
save
the pulsing from within
this moment is forever
forever
motionless
Popsicle-stained shirts
Romance soon to fade
Draw in the dirt, sip
iced tea in the shade.
Summer leaves its' mark.
Kiss me so slow
Under this sun
Promise it's not
Just fleeting fun
We hid here
In this blue
umbrella.
Autumn
kills this
time.
all knowing God-mind
heart loving and kind
ours for the asking
whilst in bliss basking
there’s a catch of course
love employs no force
to ignite form prism
draw in magnetism
poised in witness mode
with heart our abode
we reclaim soul’s light
and bliss beat’s delight
Run run
I hear steps gaining
Asphalt and gravel rips my bare blackened soles
The air burns like bourbon
I draw in deeper
No pain
No feeling
Fear is my anesthetic
Just run
If I fall I wonder
What will mark me
A Bent beer can
An infected syringe
Maybey a card board box
Run don't fall
Form:
As the nights draw in as some fear SAD,
flying leaves of green, yellow, red, brown
of country or town, clothe some with joy,
others with melancholy, every Autumn and
every Fall.
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
29.09.20
An excerpt from my poem ' Seasonal transitions'
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
The story of your life
Is just the same as mine
We may be born in different dates
Different strokes we draw in line
Different hues and colors we paint
Persons of strange worlds mates
Personas not molded as saint
But blooms and ends in a story
on the same road of life's fates.
I thrill to yellow platters of iris against Spring black blue skies,
I am moonstruck by their essence and reflection in Nature's eyes.
For their secret night cooling breeze.
I long to draw in their perfumy breath and blow it from me
Emeralding around their friends’ night symphonies.
And send it to you with my love.
Only Stop
Edward Clay
November 2016
Stop!
Stand a moment.
Breathe deep and draw in calm.
Look,
With eyes and heart open.
See the beauty around.
The autom leaf
or the sparkle of a flowing brook.
The pattern in a piece of stone
Or the shapes of clouds.
Feel it inside you
as beauty is everywhere.
One only has to look.
Shortening daylight
As summer turns fall
To harvest for winter
Gathering all
That is needed in darkness
As nights draw in
Preserving the summer
And the magic within.
Picking the jewels
Leaf, flower and berry
Mint and hawthorn
Hip and Rosemary.
Natures secrets
Medicine within
I start my harvest
Let the healing begin.
Spring has come
Sour Cherry blooms
Lady blackbirds dance
Attracting her future groom
Summer arrives
On the leap of Spring
Bringing rays of life
To all living things
Autumn's reached
As the nights draw in
The scent of Harvest
Harvesters bling
Winter welcomes
Coal fires glow
As her months grow cold
Bringing festive snow
Cloudy night, an orphaned star
spinning into a wayward heart.
They drift as one upon a stream
glowing light- aurora dreams.
When time pounds the kettle drum
they draw in tight, becoming one.
The morning sun chimes "all is well".
Night ogres retreat into hell.
Sharing soul and sweetened seeds
two silver swirls on sapphire seas.
Sniff my reeking rectum,
Smell it with your nose,
Inhale its lethal fumes,
It smells like a blooming rose,
Place your nostrils against my reeking rectum,
And indulge its rank, stuffy scent,
Put your nose right up my anus,
And delight until you’re spent,
Don’t be shy now,
Please don’t choose to delay,
Quickly sniff my rancid, stinking, reeking rectum,
And draw in its pungent bouquet.
Form:
Take this gift
More perfect than a full moon.
It is softer than silk,
The tresses of unblemished ksin.
Its fragrence heavies the night air,
Making those around it dizzy
As they breath deeply to draw in the scent.
And its color is of a deep bloodred,
Smoothly cut rubies of elegance.
Answer to the riddle:
4 letters: the 18th letter of the alphabet, the 15th, the 19th, and the 5th
Form:
At the mention of death
everyone freezes
And so draw in their last breath
Lay very still in your coffin
with faces looming
don't worry; its common
high over their heads you are,
they're chanting something,
I'm not headed to a car.
This roads kinda bumpy
you open your mouth
my voice sounds raspy,
I'm being dragged like a doll
they're lowering me
ahh, I've finally reached my goal...
Our pristine doerless intent to connect
self with Self in the void of emptiness,
animates attention to so detect
subtle bliss currents, in vibrant stillness,
melding presence in the sea of oneness.
As we draw in the divine elixir,
our in-form nodes dance in joyful caper,
flowing blissfully without resistance;
soft and easy becomes our souls gesture,
reflecting innate, bubbling innocence.
19-May-2021