Short Dribbling Poems
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Tangy citrus salad bowl
dribbling fruit juice dreams
of mother’s glazed berry pie
ice cold apple sip
on warm palm tree beach
banana
splits
A new basketball player in the gym
Was at once by all dubbed Very Tall Jim.
Give him the ball,
Very bad call,
Dribbling in Jim hit his head on the rim.
Behind the scenes
Always wanting to win
Scoring
Kangaroo hops
Exciting buzzer beater
Tough sport
Basic dribbling
Always exciting
Last chance to win
Losing streaks.
blue water on ledge
dribbling down vertical side…
mist forms at bottom
Russell Sivey
Contest: any haiku will do
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
7/17/2013
A drug-smuggling dribbler is in a pickle
Commie LeBron is acting quite fickle
She should rot in a gulag
With this self-oppressed snob
Until they choke on the hammer and sickle
Aha ya got me... been reminiscing again
Bout gorgeous girls and their cute little ends
All gorgeous fillies
All of them dillies
To drooling and dribbling, I often descend
She’s as dry as a woman can be
No longer wet from dribbling wee
She’s got 'Tom' in her pants
She can run, she can dance
No more leaks, she is now so carefree
30th March 2015
Rolling ball in a football court, passing from one to other
Fouling some with dribbling skill, bouncing well, flying slow and fast
Ball of time, oh! passing by, hit at time will celebrate best.
The shadow sulked in a puddle of drool,
Dribbling, it bawled out its eyes on a stool,
Hot chocolate with tears,
Starbursts and gummy bears,
It’s hard to devour sweets when you’re a ghoul.
30/10/22
No woman cares if you are not mature,
Only care when she can't in bed endure;
The reckless field between thigh,
Your dribbling skills roam so nigh
To give joy........... Maturity can not cure.
two years running
horrible Twilight Zone masks
infecting street and garden
warming the feet of steel fences
black thoughts dribbling
from gray plastic mouths
nothing has changed,,,,,
two years running
My dream, my desire
is one with a naughty theme...
four women and me
engaged in some sweaty fun -
dribbling, scoring.......basketball.
For "Tanka me a Dream" contest sponsored by Michael J. Falotico.
by George Aul
Emotions
Teardrops
Shimmering sparkles
Wash splashed got
Rain Rain Rain Rain
Falling dripping dribbling
Iridescent shimmery
Teardrops
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Penned March 24, 2015!
On that rainy night
Near her home,
At the distance,
A lone electric lamp shone;
Raindrops dribbling ,seen
Flickering in its light.
She might have been sleeping then.
I was driving my car
In the rain
towards my distant home
in the city.
jealous of today
watch your feet as i spray
words like dissident dribbling drizzle
always forgiven
Hap with pening what's
never took
always given
precious is so...what's the word
delicately turn
one line to another
never knew
the love how much i was
given
TV pushes me into a recliner
Droning and dribbling in monotones
Stressing me at a subconscious level
I remain morbidly unaware
Eating potato chips with dip
Not understanding the damage
TV increases her volume
Sixteenth commercial
Amazingly I pay no attention
sparkling replenishing bubbles of life
circling splashes of iridescent purity
reviving us with relative clarity
waking our souls in an instant
easily found in cool lakes at foot of mountains
dribbling across rocks in joyful brooks
ours for the taking, God’s refreshing gift
We falter at times
when we least expect it
just like that
We drop the ball we've been dribbling forever
without a second thought
we are faced with a dilemma no one could foresee
Sometimes in those moments our true character is born
©190820121317
Soccer is my favorite sport.
I play it all the time,
dribbling the ball
in a squiggly line.
I square up for one last kick.
The net is in my sight.
I kick—the ball goes soaring.
I know I've got it right!
The crowd goes wild.
They cheer out loud.
I am the MVP—
but for the other team!
Colored pencils
Pastels
Sticks of chalk
Too light for me
Water colors
Doing what they want
Dribbling all over the page
Wild and free
Oil paints
Vividly beautiful
Take too long to dry
I am too impatient
Acrylic paints
Give me fluorescent colors
I have black lights
They make me happy
Witness the storm as it crashes threw the sea's,
Hear the sweet thunder along our vast breeze.
Rain drops dribbling across the hair's upon our skin,
As the natures song announces again whats with-in.
Sweet melody of the sea bursting against the stone,
As the light of the rainbow threw cascading droplets shown.
Down here on the skin of the planet E
Desperately clutching at sanity
Despondent to thinking of never
Deciding to go on forever
Dreading each day spent alone
Doing the best that I can
Defiantly
Drinking the
Dregs of my coffee
Drying my cheek with my hand
Doodling
Dribbling on
Dancing with
Donald the
Doofus
Though I have found you
Yet my heart shrinks
A confounded feeling
The trust that I have is dribbling
I may have an alternate
But you are my soul mate
Raise that hand
Make me yours before it end
My thoughts are crossing miles
The agony in me is taking away my smile
My heart wrenches to be close to you
To express this love the words are few
In a constant game of deceit and request.
Where the whistles of steam are dribbling.
Hoots in light of my cynical eccentricity.
Where a reflected area of stars sparkled.
Mirror the perspicuity of my pain.'
There I am, hanging unstably in the air.
I was quashed in a fog of moist regret.
Written: March 20, 2022
Laughter, splashing
Lake sparkling in the bright light
Hosing off sandy feet
Beach towels drying on the line
Smelling of sunshine
Dragonflies lazily hovering in the garden
Flip flops slapping against my heels
Ice cream dribbling down my chin
Lush raspberries ready for picking
Air perfumed with the scent of wild roses
My summer
My joy