Short Drop Down Poems
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its about to bust
its weather stuff
as it get dark
rain started
drop down
all around it gains
CLOUD ND RAIN
They keep telling me to “be strong”
as if my life has this
little drop down menu
containing fabulous options
to choose from.
When the wild bull runs
Apple garden of Eden
Earth shakes free drop down
- A-L Andersen :)
- September 19 - 2014 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
For all time
Make her mine
Beautiful
Please say yes
Take my breath
Beautiful
Hold me tight
Treat me right
Beautiful
hope you say
On this day
Valentine.
15/02 /2016 cant find ellip in the drop down list so added to title
What do you do
When the sun is over you
And icicles drop down
On your big toe
Would you scream profanities
Crazy words would you say
Then you might crush those icicles
Under you sore feet
That’s exactly
What you would do
You tender-foot
Russell Sivey
Shake it up baby, twist and shout.
Swing your partner round and round,
dip down spin around do-si-doe.
Rock back to your heals,
drop down to your knees,
stick your right arm in,
stick your left arm out,
do the boot scotin boogie,
turn yourself around
and meet in the middle.
The promised rain ate itself in the clouds
Without spilling a drop down
Changing swings for the roundabouts
On the sunny street of uptown
I saw an open letter, a piece
Of white paper, spinning down from the sky
It was written there if you see this
Don’t tell, and don’t wonder why.
River boats
drop down into sunken fog,
return
as buoyant as swimming seagulls.
A deep diving sky
spindrifts the hulls,
decks now ship airy waves
from far away seas.
The craft ride high and low
on this muted swell,
a cresting last beheld
in a shipwrecked China teacup.
^ Jamez by James Edward Lee Sr.
J ames is my Christian name;
A ways, please call me this;
M y life is as a storybook;'
E verywhere I go I look;
S o be aware and never, call me Jimmie kiss;O
^ pronounced "James"
11/25/17
)(Form: is really Name
but it's not in the drop down box)(
Form:
Abandoned to be on my own;
Why was in me sadness sown?
Gone is your angelic voice;
How can I rejoice?
No more sweet melody in my ear;
Why did you take what was dear?
Everyday, tears drop down;
Will I one day drown?
There I am, so ill;
When will my heart heal?
I am in so much pain;
When will I smile again?
Beauty takes my eyes to another place,
A place with such grace,
We feel it within,
As it gently grows upon our skin,
It spins around,
Like the blue world we have found,
I don't want it to drop,
For it has made me stop,
This wonderful feeling,
Made me drop down and start kneeling,
The feeling was so great,
That I waited for fate;
In the Maritimes, it is difficult
Especially, on the Bay
Where winds are carried.
The temperatures drop down, really low
Could swear, you're in the Arctic
Snow piles up too.
The brutal winter wind, stays close behind
Dressed up, like an Eskimo
You will beg for warmth.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.6/2007
Footsteps shuffle hurriedly on by
scents of jasmine drop down
from pearl white flowers
adorning her flowing hair
Paradise engulfs my soul
recreating memories of old
a time when I mattered
and life was deemed whole
I yearn to go back to that place
filled with a freedom of being
dwelling in favorable light
no longer hidden in plain sight
dandelions sprout
earth is clad in green mantle~
songsters chirp on trees
at summer’s tail end
trees into rainbow hues turn~
leaves drop down feebly
snowflakes downward slide
like downy feathers landing~
a cheery vast void
Sept.23.2022
A Haiku Collection of Three-
Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
The hulls of small boats
drop down into the morning fog
then return like rising seagulls.
The moored
slip in and out of the mist
then return painted
by a deep diving sky.
Sinking or flying, the small craft
slip through our vision
like leaking ghosts.
They roll upon an obscure air
shipping cloudy waves,
a swell last seen
in shipwrecked teacups.
Into the rain my guts drop-down below the sky
And little did I know that my soul has placed
A home for me, with my own wrath and pain as
The breadwinner.
Until that dat I will find my happiness
Missiles and Grenade won't stop dropping
For Us
Twas in July, or maybe later
Auntie met an alligator
Now auntie didn’t run away
Nor drop down to her knees and pray
She didn’t scream and didn’t shout
Or cry until her eyes popped out
She didn’t yell or run around
She never made a single sound
She simply smiled her simple smile
And simply sat there for a while
Until at last the alligator
Walked right up, and simply ate her
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SONG: 'Run To You', by Kaue Penna
VIDEO: The Voice Kids (2020)
POEM: 'Adolescence: Apollo's Aria' - [Kwansaba Form]
2020 December 12
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
The closer to heaven we become dreams are born pure
love the finest silk beams ivory on this earth's breath
Dewdrops weep for the night as starlight crystals drop down
amazing grace under a silver chalice drinking
From the moonshine is where the song sings loudest glory
drunken echoes return over the mountains smiling
tonight the moon finds peace casting shadows in her wake
Escape
I want to escape
Just run away from the world
Climb to the top of a mountain
Drop down into a valley
Swim across a raging river
Step upon the distant shore
I want me to be left behind
Forgotten by me and everyone
I do not want to exist any longer
I want to become someone I am not
I just want to be the me I want to be
In a place far away from the past
I just want to be me
Snow Drop
A sunshine in the winter,
The weight of snow,
Droops the snow drop down,
Yet it doesn’t fall,
It only blooms.
A star in the night,
The memory so long,
Yet so alive,
Lives through generations,
Alive as long as the colour white dances on the ground.
A goddess floating in white,
The smile that only She can give,
While floating in a scent of hope,
A sunshine in the winter.
Salty water has never tasted so sweet.
Tears drop down my face and into my sobbing mouth as I savour my own pain as if it were the last thing I will ever drink.
At least I can feel pain.
It proves that despite my fears, I am not immortal and if I do choose I may die.
I’ve been told it’s wrong to think such things but if something so salty can taste so sweet then why can’t something wrong be right
Walking with Jeanie
I wander with Jeanie along the wild way
where fields become cliffs that drop down to the bay.
With gulls riding thermals, a whispering sea,
the skylark sings love songs for Jeanie and me.
I whisper that love is sweet joy bound with sorrow,
be with me today and I’ll ask no tomorrow,
then gather a posy as evening comes creeping
to lay on the soil where my lovely is sleeping.
A slow twist of an invisible slide
and the hulls again escape,
drop down into the morning haze,
return as gray gulls rising.
The moored boats
slip in and out of the fog
as easily as ocean legends
then come back
painted by a distant sea.
Sinking or flying
the small craft slip through a sky
only as wide as the river,
but when they return
they ship water last seen
in a shipwrecked teacup.
Lost and wandering through the desert sands
Each footstep brings a sense of pain
Every time I see a fresh oasis
It's a mirage playing tricks upon my brain
Desolation steeped in loneliness
Is a sensation that I disdain
I drop down on my knees and pray
In a self-loathing refrain
The hope of future pleasantness
Keeps me from going totally insane
I dream of cloud bursts springing forth
In which I kiss the rain