Short Dried Poems
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Moonlight over
The frozen ground
Reveals dried grass
Whose movements
Give away
A breath of wind
As it whispers
On its way
I can feel my body cooking
It's drying out beneath the sun
A price to pay for such a tan
Skin cancer touches everyone
This flesh with all its ripe pleasures,
trespasses, and weaknesses,
will exit, in the end,
as a prune of time.
out of season
a lavender aroma
elegiac
distilled
sweet,
an expansive
wonderment
evaporates
subsides...
summer scents
gone forever
We drained rivers and raised the tide
Why panic? Just run and hide
With pained shivers and ragged pride
Cry Havoc! The sun has died
Its summer noon dry
pitter patter goes the rain
the dried leaves crackling
Like fresh fruit skin in dry weather
Luscious looks can't hold together
A face takes a hit
From a cigarette lit
And a plum becomes fruit leather
she is the most beautiful wild flower
time ran fast fades the glamour
living in twilight zone.
dried tears
I want to see
the face of God
look down and smile.
his tears abated
after they dried
in Louisiana. the
kindness
brought a smile.
Image in water
rainy mirror on rough ground
disappears when dries
Feet Had Been Dried
After my feet was clean and dried
It was then out I cried and cried
My sins were washed away
Clean feet are on display;
Soon God's Son will have died.
Jim Horn
Cried and Tears I Dried
Remember when I had cried and cried;
Eyes always open wide until they dried,
Looked in shack;
Each come back,
Because no one with me was satisfied.
Jim Horn
rain less summertime
a solid, heavy rock stands
by the perfect stone
tear-less summertime
the dried out, heavy rock stands
all around the stones
7/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
This is were it began
My room now cyan
We painted it together
And thought it was forever
We were wrong
It was bound to end all along
But I'm still young and have much to gain
So give me all you got sun or rain.
P - Peace can come from enjoying this sweet fruit.
L - Love is in every firm and juicy bite.
U - Understanding we can eat fresh, dried, jam or as brandy to enjoy.
M - Mercy me, how fun can a plum be in any form.
The round pond a big hole
It was empty without water
The dry heat dried it out
It began to pour rain drops
The wind was very strong
Pouring rain filled the pond
Ducks and the geese came
They swam and drank water
A busy day at the pond
Washed up, dried up,
the bones on the beach.
Having had their day,
the stars were out of reach.
Their songs had been sung,
heads were hung.
Bones were glistening on the sand,
as far as the human eye could see,
all across the land, into eternity.
Cry no more,
Those who tells liars about you
They are irrelevant
They are insignificant
They are not included
It is your journey
Cry no more
Those who are eager to be you
They could not be
They were not born to be
They are not you
It is your journey after all
There was once a busy poet called Ried
Whose muse fondling hands his angry wife tied
Motionless at night on bed
He muttered poems instead
Wife wasn’t happy though ink in his pen dried.
June 9, 2021
Contest : The Poet's Hands Are Tied
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
The ink has dried, musings shrivel
Inspiration flow dead
Words we form, puerile drivel
Emotes best left unsaid
We wish to but cannot
Bound in a narrow slot
Ego thought comes to naught
Our time we bide
The ink has dried
13-March-2022
Quietus
The news is..! Britain is favorite for the euro vision
Showcase.'
That will show it just what it's missing..'
LOL)) Ukraine is I Apparently going to win
The contest anyway..?
Top seat and jello
From aunty eu.)
I didn't hear that
From Joe Biden.!
I don't think so at least. ?
Together they fall and plunder,
Piling on in weightless wonder.
The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed--
Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm.
Cold in warmth and warmth in rain;
Washing away the frozen stains.
Barren soil bears a fruitless yield
Dried and browned in the snowy fields.
Dried Dreams
Light dawning, parched, sleeping fields awakening to dewy kiss
Thirsting roots await droplets of precious life from funnel leaves
Crisped edges, singed by season’s drought, bathe in lover’s sweet relief
John G. Lawless
6/19/2014
for Debbie Guzzi
SIHO strings contest
It is not about who lost more.
It is not about who can sacrifice the most.
The friends you lost cannot be restored.
Just try to focus on the people you will never be able to shake away.
Just try to focus on how tired you are.
So by the time you wake up-
The tears will be dry.
raking dried leaves
as a mouse escapes
cat chases
crisp winds
blowing through my hair
birds in flight
a harvest
of fresh pumpkins
squirrel with nut
a blue corn moon
rises on horizon
autumn chill
pumpkin cookies
baking for ghosts and ghouls
tricks and treats