Short Dressings Poems
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Words
standing alone
appear with
memories
conditioned in
imagined time~
the empty word
fully clothed
with dressings
of difference~~
she holds to her eyes
two lovely white daisies
window dressings
that conceal
a sullied soul
For PD's Photograph #1 -under 10 lines- Contest
One day, you will surely live reality;
Wake up to the glimpse of actuality-
Cool, staring at the blessings...
Worries made up for dressings*
You always dream about in anxiety!
Submitted for the alliterisen poem contest hosted by
Joseph May
Hurting hearts need tender touches
Sweet whispered words and compassionate care
Patient pauses loving looks
Devoted dressings with gentle jests
Helpful hands for broke bones
From morning's mist to night's nesting
Woundings wane as loving lingers
We the enfeebled of the incited states of confusion, ordered to deform a more perfect union,
establish just Them, insure narcotic tranquility, provide for the common everything, promote
Welfare, and procure the dressings of Liberty to Them and Their posteriors, do profane and
demolish this Constitution of the United States of America.
Form:
i’m just me i
guess.
like a
d
a
r
k
a
f
t
e
r
n
o
n
people get out rainy weather
dressings
but it’s not going to
rain
i’m not a
train
i take it
s
l
o
w
i’m a good
friend
you already
know
like a
koala,
there for a
hug
i like
patterns
something like a
ladybug
i am
11:30 pm
maybe
2:30 am
staying up all
night
that’s my
plan
i have everything i
need
because
i
‘
m
j
u
s
t
m
e
The blood that covers
Is there to be stemmed
It's the reasons why
That we have to comprehend
Discussions are set
Minds to be spoken
To continue with life
No more wounds to be open
Self harm is among us
But many of us will never know
We have to address the dressings
And stem this flow
Written after reading Marie Harrison's poem
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-12.php
When stratus is strung
with artist's lattice
and letters are spun
as cotton cumulus
I bend in awe of
resounding matter
expressing substance
beyond human dressings
Stilled in silvered
lines of sanity
hanging covertly
for all to survey
Wisdom proclaimed
displayed openly
for viewing;
pursuing
should perception's
glance be longer
than a split second
Imagine what
awaits
a discerning eye
if only?
Window dressings pasted tightly
moisture frames their presence
barely lit by cigarettes passing
outside in while I sit watching
the random dance of minions
scattered strains of sound
music plays somewhere, I can’t....
...my head longs for sleep now,
childlike, fevered presence roars
cool hands wipe away fear
alone with myself only lonely
I don’t feel well...scattered
causal thoughts shrug across
my addled brain. I am always alone.
Cake was desirable,
And so deliciously dreamy,
People were attracted emotionally,
Using it when they felt down,
Hiding their dark secret from others,
Feeling guilty about their indulgences,
Uncontrollable affairs,
Enticing and mesmerizing
Entrapping people with sweet charm,
Candlelit nights secluded rendezvous,
Passionate words spoken,
Entrapping with taste,
Sometimes disguising,
With different dressings,
But was the most appealing,
When covered in cream.
Stepping out into the cool kiss of a burnt orange fall morning,
I pause to admire, the dressings of the day...
Light frost, on the fading green blades of grass,
sparkles in the early sun like tiny diamonds...
It's beauty matched by the blue clarity of the blanket above...
My breath leaves me...
The warmth hits the frosty air,
and moves away from me like a slow trickling stream...
Gone now is the heavy air of summer...
The season of silence and slumber has arrived....TAH