Short Dwindling Poems
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wake up fantasy
blows reality in face
dwindling fallacies
Example for Reality Contest
5-17-2016
crescent moon dwindling
I will never own blue sky
valued with their sake
Written: July 24, 2022
Longer fall shadows
and a cool breeze that blows off
summers' last fervor,
invite September
into the dwindling days of
yet another year.
Dwindling dwarf continued to dwell
Down by the dubious Dutchman’s dell
Did anyone know
He was a dynamo?
I did, but I was sworn to never tell.
autumn haze creeps in
as dwindling summer sunsets
cast their last hurrahs-
the fruits have grown and ripened
now await their harvesting
The rural church closed....
cemetery still receives the dead
Drowsy vista glow,
dwindling radiant golden.
Daylight’s recall lost.
She is as lonely as me
And people are so insensitive
So, as my friends
Are dwindling in this world,
I’d rather be abandoned
I’m so reliable
And you all are so not
Form:
When we reach a certain age
Money is an issue at this late stage
Our dwindling funds
Make it no longer fun
Our accounts are surely in need of some aid
The life of crying,
Loss harmful flames to my eyes,
The bloodshot eyes bursting out,
Withering soul, without love,
Dwindling out of control,
The life of a burning soul.
Hope
Dwindles
Changing course
Of time and space
With glacial winds suffocating my whole
And absence of color within the snow
With the harshness
Of yearning
Dwindles
Hope.
window glazed by stars
as light hangs on pendulum
dwindling much quicker
than hours of long duskfall …
gone in a blink through time’s frame.
Loved all those times we met for tea;
My friends from our old garden club.
Now, many cannot come to share;
Our group is dwindling every year.
Pray those above, still carry on.
Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats
The sleeping land with birdcall's silver notes
2/12/22
n/a in Your Best Rhyming Couplet #4
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
judged 2/22/22
My readership is dwindling lately
After many years this has disturbed me greatly
Are my lims getting boring
Is my ego showing
Trying hard to still be creative faithfully
Ravaged by the sandstorm of time,
future crumbles in debris
on the dwindling dunes of despair.
In the dust of dereliction,
I find you fervently morphed
into the mirage of memory.
I
lie here
in mourning
exposed by dawn
Spring’s forget-me-nots
wither and wane
like dwindling
dreams of
you
Written 5/25/20 for Emile Pinet’s
Ninette Contest
On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
—and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
I am broken
dwindling down to nothing
once we shared passionate moments
my mind questions the thought
to be or not to be with you
as we simply dispose of each other
in this vicious cycle of life
My audience is dwindling here on the Soup
Perhaps I should write about love stead of poop
Seems I've lost my way
Need help I must say
To come in from the wilderness and get back in the loop
Fans are dwindling, maybe limericks are old stuff
Or maybe coz I'm constantly writing in the buff
Quite adonis-like is me
Got very pretty knees
Once won a beauty contest for a glamorous duff
Fans are dwindling, maybe limericks are old stuff
Or maybe coz I'm constantly writing in the buff
Quite adonis-like is me
Got very pretty knees
Once won a beauty contest for a glamorous duff
Against the muffled voice of night
Fluffy fogs rise to diffuse lights.
Bitter soul ravaged my angst
Dwindling my life’s grit…cold, numb
‘Till flicks of street lamp glistened
Strength clears ghastly fog.
Rusty glow hovers—
setting sun’s wan glint
yields to grasp of night—
terms of surrender, resolute.
Halfway round the compass rose,
paling rays summon fleeting
alpenglow, fading echo of
dwindling winter snow.
A scarcity most bittersweet;
The scarcity of years
Troubles not the days of youth,
But - in time- appears
The dwindling of our moments,
A universal dread
The dying count as beggars,
The bankrupt count as dead