Short Dreadfully Poems
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wonderful melancholy,
happening lonely,
dreadfully happy,
serious sappy,
live to die,
oblivious sigh,
why cry,
its just bye
Form:
The tenor Sir Randy Longdong
Knew something was dreadfully wrong
When over his belt
A serpent would pelt
The heroine singing her song
Leader of Peanuts gang Charlie Brown
Plays mean football without backing down
But when main crush Red Haired Gal arrives
He dreadfully runs...attacked by hives!
in the depths of dreams
there lurks a sullen shadow
dreadfully daunting
an alter ego
with the face of transgression
tirelessly haunting
I’m dreadfully angry with Martin
He posted footage of me fartin’
'twas a terrible shock
It’s all over Tik Tok
Guess Martin and I will be partin’
01/29/22
Intoxicated and full of mirth
so naive and carefree.
Unfurled itself
in the breeze that seemed spring.
Dreadfully dispersed and torn asunder.
Wounds adorn its bosom now;
bruised and deformed
it waits for the Dusk.
CRYING CAFFEINATED TEARS
Dee felt dreadfully tired, deep down sleepy.
Drowning her dreams with coffee was creepy.
She would drink and pour.
Drink a couple more.
Dee felt dreadfully awake and weepy.
6/30/2017
Darkest day, brightest night-
Golden ray, silver light-
Happy smile, dreadfully sorrow-
Stay awhile, eternity borrow-
Give me your hand, and lend me your shine-
Gorgeous girl with eyes so fine-
Give a man as I a chance-
I promise your life I will enhance-
Listen to poem:
insinuations, veiled intentions
subtleties and undertones
whispers and innuendos
half truths and hidden meanings
in the convoluted meanderings
in the midst of the charade
i've lost sight of what we had
and i fear i’ve lost my voice
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
If one mongoose is called a mongoose
Then can't we conclusively deduce
That two could be called mongeese
'Twould make a great discourse piece
Unless ye be dreadfully obtuse
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
from the dazzling dusk till darkest of dawn
demons deliver their delicate song
a dreadfully dance delightfully done
for daunting the dead delinquent the sun
a daring dull day dismissive of night
it dwindled the dark then demanded light
A buxom young lady named Mary
whose nipples were dreadfully hairy
Tried waxing and plucking
When no one was looking
But re-growth was terribly scary
Written especially for Roy Jerden’s
Bawdy Bawdy Bawdy Misss Clawdy Contest
5th May 2014
in our darkest dreams
there lurks a sullen shadow
dreadfully daunting
a wispy presence
with the face of transgression
tirelessly haunting
waiting to enter
the chamber of our deep sleep
to begin taunting
laughing as it leaves
after planting a nightmare
with evil flaunting
Grins
Happy
Spirited
Children playing,
Their soul will enliven as my heart smiles.
But a child crying with a sad-face frown,
Shatters my joy.
Dreadfully.
Until
Grins
© July 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: "Smiles and Frowns
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
...even my bed sly,
when the night pry.
'shiver not, my bed
It's the day in a dark thread.
See, the cloak won't fit for long,
Just a while before the Gong
Look, it is beautiful
Dreadful, when you start to act a moo'
Only, these are mine to me
...and the 'beautiful', I hummed dreadfully.
In my moment of fears,
Happily, my bed stares.
Exhaustedly engaged in a losing battle
Relentlessly rowing with a broken paddle
Constantly convincing the judge in my mind
Passionately pleading for the flaws I find
Dreadfully driven to explain my side as true
Willfully wanting to show my point of view
Quite quickly I'd free, if only I could,
this thralling need to be understood
Form:
I look out my window
at the perfect sunset
but see nothing
as my heart is breaking.
Everything that was once beautiful
is now dreadfully repulsing
as all the light in my world is gone,
ripped from me in a horrid way.
I look out my window
at the kids playing
and envy them.
I'm only a kid,
why can't I be happy and carefree
like them?
Aye, the written word!
Dearly, my dearest friend
Bestow the meekest with thy power
Liberate thy most ignorant follower
And then to them
Make thee, great men
Aye, touché
To wisdom, to wit, to script
Tongue also sharp and dreadfully quick
But thus a pen mightier and ever brave
With one bold stroke, swift of quill
The most ardent of cynics, shall be swayed
The Pillar Falls
the pillar, an act of craftsmanship
solid, festooned and decorated
beautifully designed and plated,
its each brick hooked and slated,
stood as proud attraction in the chapel.
then, aged with seasons and weathers
craven, cracked and dilapidated
dreadfully deserted and haunted,
its each edge blunt, surface perforated,
fell into a pile of shapeless rubble
Aye, the written word
Dearly, my dearest friend
Bestow the meekest with thy power
Liberate thy most ignorant follower
And then to them
Make thee, great men
Aye, touché
To wisdom, to wit, to script
Tongue also sharp and dreadfully quick
But thus a pen mightier and ever brave
With one bold stroke, swift of the quill
The most ardent of cynics, alas to be swayed
Mixed feelings he sent to me on the first day that he met me.
It was a sense of holding me and hurting me.
It was a sense of mistreating me and loving me .
it was the sense of a broken heart, that made us dreadfully fall
apart. It was the sense of a broken heart that made
me realize, I had someone to love me from the start.
Form:
It can be found
On both sides
Of the heart
As fire burning desire
Or
As fire burning anger
It is alive
As it takes a presence
Controlling the mind
Capturing the will
Driving the attention
Immeasurably
It serves as spark
To start
The hottest of nights
Or
The hottest of fights
It is either
Ally or foe
As receiver
It can be good
Very good
Or it can be bad
Dreadfully bad
It can be found
On both sides
Of the heart
As fire burning desire
Or
As fire burning anger
It is alive
As it takes a presence
Controlling the mind
Capturing the will
Driving the attention
Immeasurably
It serves as spark
To start
The hottest of nights
Or
The hottest of fights
It is either
Ally or foe
As receiver
It can be good
Very good
Or it can be bad
Dreadfully bad
Long, wide, vast, high, dreadfully deep protective walls
Battlements, ramparts, bulwarks, and tower folders
Living quarters, arrow slits, gatehouses, and halls
Monstrous walls built as though with steel-alloy boulders
Water-filled deep massive moats to obstruct the foes
Bastions and merlons within majestic meadows
Forts and castles are mysteries of histories.
They are focal themes of bewildering stories.
Marie Charlotte in the back of the Beetle, sleeping
Young lovers, engaged on the road with their destiny
Suddenly through the fog… a cliff… a scream…dreadfully
Two lovers resting in the Klein Karoo, not breathing
Easter Weekend, come every year, or so people say
Riding next to the road with her thumb on Good Friday
You might pick up the young mystery girl from Uniondale