Short Drooped Poems
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When in bondage your spirit flies
Your voice a distant, bleeding dove
On the table of my heart lies
The silent shadow of drooped love
The lady’s name was Snookums
Her dress awash with blossoms.
The low neckline drooped
Whenever she stooped
Baring her splendid bosom.
my heart was touched in a very special way--
when a lady gave me part of her bouquet! :O
yellow roses, withdrawn from their upright crowd
their tall silent heads not drooped, but bowed :)
Of this limp sail, a calm bay's
The rough-blown sea
So flustered, as to express
A cursed bitterness
Its pale drooped faced replica
Comes into view.
Life's own whirl to sink upset
What as wretched had met.
Hands, aged with sun
Rings grown too tight
Feet, wrinkled by walk
Eyes drooped with tire
Hair stringed with dye
Teeth yellowed with coffee
Each wrinkle
Each taint
Each sun-spot
Each grey hair
Filled with experience
And meaning
Hibiscus drooped, sheds
Petals in the gust of rain ...
A broken heart dies
Swallows swivel rain
Above water stifled grass .. .
Memories of joy
Light covers the earth
And dust make rainbows appear ...
I am that poem
Sky and tablecloth of stars.
The pretty yellow tulips
stood up firm and straight
My wife not home from work yet
I could hardly wait...
She came downstairs too slowly
her face all in a frown
The pretty tulips drooped, she said
~ as the sun sank quickly down
The fog lifted then the clouds parted
A ray of sunlight glowed
The Japanese Magnolia's blossoms
Drooped put on a show
A mood altering change, the sun
removes doom from the day
Reveals chores needing to be done
But high emotions stay
In awe of him I stared as if he a mountain
of grey glaciers where black butterflies
drooped wings eyelids of the miserable mourner
our wasted limbs entwined, celtic knots half drawn
wilted wanderers wanting a feather bed
on which to lie, under glinting satin sunsets.
A September day threatened by rain,
can promise a glint when clouds don't swell
and eagles still fly in empty skies;
the rich soil wasn't cracked by drought,
paths were shady and hair-breath...
peach' trees drooped with fruits,
robins gathered
on them 'till
sunset
came!
Once having parted, with me
Left, overnight
For its sorrowful worldview
A rainstorm's fright.
As what doomed, hysterically
Shaky, sobbing wet
Sunned peace of it; this my face;
And your fair garden.
A-twirl as twere. Each cheek then.
May-drooped. Each budlet. *
* bloom of the hawthorn
neath firmament arched chilly gray,
black schnauzer sniffs, her leash drooped slack
beside my footfalls echoing
past lampposts painting puddles gold …
damp taste of winter … summer-thoughts …
thank goodness pink clouds herald day
October 25, 2022
Bitesize Poem No. 54 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Sponsor
Brave is the rose caught in November’s thorn
While she endures nights of chill and snow,
Awaiting gold daylight's warmth to bestow---
And liven her frame…her mouth drooped, forlorn.
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Contest of Gregory R Barden: Rithimus Rivisa 8
Taken from the poem ' November's Brave Rose
Repost 10/4/2020
Romance roaming in
singling sensation coiled rt
tingling passion rolled
with dream soaring high.
Storm of betrayal suddenly rose..
Shattered and sank in nasty conspiracy.
Pretty poetry drooped to dreary despondency.
What waters we drink from
starry eyed and staring
Alphabet soup
What think we of ourselves
to fill from dank and dark murk
Alphabet soup
What angels with drooped wings
Ask for a better applause
alphabet soup
What tribe to our children do we offer
When we drink from the sin-silly waters of...
Alphabet soup
WAITING FOR SPRING
I sowed seed of love
In my heart’s meadow
After harsh summer
In rains I nurtured
Rose plant of desire.
Rose bloomed in spring
On butterfly
I carried scent
To your sky far.
In storm surge
Cold sky fell
Flower drooped.
For spring
Waste heart
Waits.
January 19,2019
eerie contractions etched
fostering fractured fetch
poring punctured pulses
worn winds wield
felon feigns drooped
hoisting hankering drools
bruised barks moaned
heaving sigh sown
by blitzkrieg enthroned
dark diminuendo dribble
cupping callous cripple
nocturnal nature nimble
spunky shaver severed
rondure creeps revered.
'20:04:04:11:30
Note: Of vying vision.
Joy-leapt, as enthralled with.
Joy-ran as to embrace.
Earth, beloved Earth, each hour with you
Did this our love renew.
Bestilled; whilst yet breathless!
Wing-folded; blade on blade.
There, grass-leant, on drooped, dropped arms
Softest blown through sweet charms.
Wondrous o'ercome. No state
Mad-rapt , dear, between us
Has matched. Out of its eyed depths bright
Purity of soul's light.
Soft rain had blurred the lines
Softened the edges
Frizzed the sharpness
Of artistic angst
Smiles drooped,
fingers grew thinner,
somehow reaching out.
The eyes caught the raindrops
Blinked them into dappled blues
Noses spread in humor's humidity
Glasses sliding from their tips
They would all leave
Float away on a
Chalky rainbow river
Leaving us to wonder
Where do they go?
John G. Lawless
©7/17/2023
Moisture laden morning air
wraps pale shawls round sleepy trees;
wee birds sing in cool garden
lifting praise on pleasing breeze.
Bees busy dusting flowers,
packing perfumed honey bags,
buzz low to kiss choice blossoms
drooped beneath dewdrops downward drag.
I worship, cloistered dawning,
held still in God's supreme hand;
linger, soft laughing moments,
giving grace for day's demands.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 6-21-14
The earth moaned
under the heat. On the porch
wicks drowned in melted
citronella candles
under limp wind chimes.
Withered vegetation drooped.
Finally –
a grey morning mist
gently
moistened cracked soil. The parched land
lifted
its head,
listened
as the wind chimes began to dance.
The thunderclap
announced the resurrection;
the downpour
was redemption.
August 27, 2018
For contest: Wind chimes
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Clue of Age
I sat, in the garden; took in its surrounds !
View, the wizened crooked wooden fence;
drooped with a crick, a downward glance !
The back of my hands, a reflection of time,
Brittle skinned, blue veined unsteady;
An exhaled breath, of Oh ! a map of
lines, a journey of time passed,was mine;
Turned palms up, no Gypsy teller could see,
my journey, its broken fence, and satsified;
I made no whispered, reaction, or defence.
As by revelation, moon unfolds
A sleeping angel mellows out
In a crevasse, naked
Dropping the apparel of foliage:
Hair drooped round his sinless face,
Engrossed there the toil of seafaring
Swarm of limpid sweat drops
Moving like dancers
As if after a ballet in summer storm
The crafty water flails
With deep foam
The baby of the earth
Destined for distant shores.
Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
20th June, 2018
A silent dawn, the skies were gray
A sign that rain was on its way
The flowers drooped they seemed withdrawn
The skies were gray, a silent dawn
From the sky rain came pouring down
and nature drank from all around
Flowers let out a thankful sigh
Rain came pouring down from the sky
It played a song on window pane
Thunder joined in with its refrain
As it rained and rained all day long
On window pane it played a song
Heather wore a saddening frown.
Her head drooped down.
Her eyes were red and puffy.
Her nose was stuffy.
She wept with a pout.
She would yell and shout.
Heather gave a groan
And was to sit alone.
Everyone was glad,
But Heather was sad.
No one knows why,
She’d wail and cry.
She whimpered until,
She had no will
To cry anymore.
She went in the door.
Heather’s heart was like
A broken glass.
With a great mass,
To push off her shoulders.