Short Drowse Poems
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Rise
Release
Our lady
Blooms sweet nightly
Mothers pin wishes
On her petals
Wrought as stars
While babes
Drowse
Hear the weather
upon the roof,
Winter is a'coming:
As landscapes
drowse
Autumn arrives
on the wind:
Wardrobes are
ransacked,
thermostats
turn red-
so earlier to bed
Sometimes, the sweetest smile
Can be the most dangerous
It may seem so docile
But tricky and perilous
It can rope the hearts in twine
Or drowse a soul like wine
It can make a cold heart fine
Or slay from behind
May 6, 2023
Autumn, a-drowse
Ag'ed, drag them.
As deaf to a leafy music's
Bright shimmerings
As blinded are, further above
To whose throne rings.
Behind its sound
What do I see?
Out each branch hung, with timbrelled hand
A worshipper.
Nature, plainly more conscious of
Its own Maker!
Oh demon of destroyed destinies,
Unfurl your nightmares
through the furnace of my drowse;
For if fire steps out to rule,
Shall I be on deck,
Ripping closures ablaze,
Sailing towards the wild shore
of those vicious torments,
Where fate pulled her crown tight,
Trading promises with fallacies!
Winter has cast a spell on all
a stoical spell of sleep and drowse
hibernating since the dawn of fall
from that deep slumber all must now rouse
Spring comes with balminess and love
yes here it is again to melt away
winter’s apathy with its warm breath of
fresh and fondly frivolous play
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul
Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole
of my heart.
The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe
Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.
rlm '09
Through the halls- I drowse without sleep.
I hide behind curtains that are cheap.
Into the night, they call my name.
I am here, I feel fame.
This place is evil, and I feel haunted.
With the living, I am taunted.
Put me to sleep, spare me rest!
Please take me to be blessed!
If only I could hunt down some sheep.
I would give up my family for them to keep.
She had a little bear
Whose arms held her there
On the collar of her blouse
And it made her smile as she would drowse
On a summer’s day in the sun
For she was such a little one
And I would wonder then
How her life had come to this end
On her home cot bed that evening
And the sadness it would bring
But Cot Death was insidious
And the knowledge of it was not for us.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sheer lucid waves caress this oyster beach,
an aqua drowse viewed through a saffron lend,
and siren rip tides coax into a breach
as lambent grains of sand insouciant wend
the dunes of torpid eons through the bend
of hourglasses warped like new-blown glass.
In half-remembered mimes soft breezes send,
behind my eyelids as sweet lilts amass,
the plucking of a lyre string as high seagulls pass.
4/6/18
The bottles sat, empty, clean,
timelessly transparent upon the purity
of a chalk walkway;
antiquated memories
of morning milkmen linger.
The hollow hourglass shapes
lacking the grains of time,
reflecting, and refracting lemon light
dollops of cream, buttermilk dreams.
Devon Red herds await
the bottles empty state,
to fill with froth, to zing tin pails,
to drowse to the lilt of a milkmaids’ aire.
There's nothing like a gentle breeze
To set your mind and soul at ease,
Especially on sunny days
To temper all those UV rays.
The swaying leaves and bending boughs
Encourage one to dream and drowse.
The windsock's ribbons bounce and twirl
While dandelion floaties whirl.
Since mothers often know what's best
(As one, to this I can attest)
It figures what can most appease
Is Mother Nature's welcome breeze.
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Candles ground is where martyrs lie,
Through felled brothers, you fought ahead,
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Through the carnage fields, black boots tread,
Audacious knowing you could die,
There was no drowse and blood was shed,
Candles ground is where martyrs lie.
Another day is almost past;
How fast they go and speed away,
Twilight rolls over sunset’s gold,
Like tidal waves keep beaches at bay.
Memories remembered, no new ones made,
As TV and book on a Lazy Boy left,
Caring children are paying the price,
For Mama’s comfort, though she’s bereft.
Smiling starches and SAS soft shoes
Come to roll her back to her room where
Mama may drowse in tearful query,
“How did this come, so soon, so soon. “
Nothing in the waking which you have
Envisaged by some pout
Worse if the laugh shakes
Your wing on pillows
Equally drowse
Without fear which a breath confesses
Nothing in the waking which you have
Envisaged by some pout
All filled with wonder dreams
When this beauty outmanoeuvres them
Produce flower on the cheek
In the eye unpaid diamonds
Nothing in the waking which you have
Poem written on JANUARY
Entry to Constance~A Rambling Poet's contest
BY Mic.
Love feeling divine
some says love is creation of god
When a boy drowse loving a girl
boy's imagination feeling and emotion fell down
when a girl breaks his feelings
a boy alive still with a pain in heart
But still a boy needs love
girl compromise with her ownself
But a boy never forget that girl and struggling with life
Never want to alive but the reason to alive is unknown
But a boy's emotions is murdered by a girl
Happiness disappeared but a boy still alive.
Avnesh yadav
The dog barked ,
and its puppies yelped,
I was raised,
mulling my eyes,
I got out,
something was definitely wrong,
the winter bit in my bed clothes,
and crapped through legs deep in,
shaking my head,
to drop the drowse,
I began to look for my glasses,
and frantically browsed,
getting them on table,
I put them on,
and went to the door,
cranking it ajar,
I stepped to the kennel,
only to find,
that nothing was wrong,
the canine family,
simply needed more of flannel.
It’s so hard to bear with the pain
Of waiting for a long long time
I keep waiting for you baby
All day and all night long daily
But you haven’t come yet, my friend
My days pass by and nights pass by
Thus everything passes by
But you haven’t come yet, my friend
Now my body is very weak
All my tears have almost dried out
And my eyes have lost sleep and drowse
One by one all my cherished hopes
Fall like the winter’s withered leaves
But you haven’t come yet, my friend
O' pitiful tangle of dreams gather
Cozy in sweet dream corner
Hidden in my drowse room
Tonight is it’s own creation
Cryptic within the shadows of night
In to the out sandman fade
Betraying no emotion
Whilst' wind is howling
The continuance of imagination rush
Cloud dreams dash past
As my slumber well
Life spins fast across the night sky
Within me mind is my vision
Quiescence in the diameters of infinity
Deep within pressing mind
Sleep forthwith howbeit' eyes shut