Short Each Month Poems
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It beats sure, slowly, steady, and strong
over the year, each month, each day
I work and walk shaded streets
finding your sharp image
in the window pane –
a sweet vision –
as my heart
skips a
beat
Kind treatment
Of Cancer in tatas
Measure of sweet and gentle touch
Examine your boobs each month for surety
Never take life and health for granted!!
Susan G. Komen for the Cure!!
Breast cancer awareness month!
Love,
it hurts
but it heals
Give someone love
and be loved. Don't fear
friendship will never lost,
eternity comes along.
Each day a joyful memories,
each month, a bundle of craziness.
Each year a happy thoughts, unending love.
Seems like every season,
No matter how hard I try;
Christmas escapes me once again,
All within the blink of an eye
Each month slowly lingers,
How I'll miss that holiday cheer;
The road to Christmas is forever,
Forever is all but a year...
May your days be full of memories
the kind you like to share
May your weeks be full of peace and joy
by showing that you care
And as each month slowly passes
and turns into a year
Always remember the ones who love you
who are no longer here
2/3/12 Jenny Emelander
21
I hate it
I hate the drugs
I hate the people
I hate the depression
I hate the needles
I hate my actions
And what I do
For drugs
Mounting huge debts
And owing out my check
Each month but now
Im good 900 deposited
Into my savings and I still
Got over 500 left
Probably put in some more
My word: loyal
It's him again,
he can be such a pain:
he's always asking for my aid
to undo all mistakes he's made
(with all the voices that I hear,
each day, each month, each year!)
Although he's meaning well
and yes, with lots to tell,
he can be such a pain.
It's him again...
for Sara's contest
The moon is a female and
She has such grace and beauty
Her brightness shines
Throughout the world
She changes colors ever so often
And when she closes her eyes
When her and the sun becomes one
The world plummet into darkness
For a brief moment
She also goes through a
Different phase each month
AUGUST 3, 2021
At the end of each month
my hormones begin to flare
my body slowly manifesting
into a love child
of the Wolf Man
the cramps I feel
aggravates me each night
to jump from out my bed
and sprint into the streets
to howl at the sight
of the super moon
like a rooster
keeping everyone awake
at the peak of the night!
The pearl, so white and beautiful,
at rest beneath the sea,
stands still as time passes by,
effecting only you and me.
For with each day,
each month, each year,
I long to stop this endless fear
the fear of growing old and gray,
of life quickly passing by my way.
The pearl is locked inside its shell,
living eternally, safe and well,
while I am doomed a painful death,
the pearl lives on, without a threat.
having to have eye injections each month,
i make her favorites for dinner
i remember when we could only afford watered down kix
she came with hot plates and shared her blessings and miracles
i put the plate in front of her
i then listen to a funny story (to her) about the "mud in my diaper"
she then asks me if i smoke
i tell her no way and i put that on display
she laughs slightly and says well good
i drive her to her monthly eye injection tomorrow
I love that added tenderness in my body each month;
it's like I incarnate the spring myself:
delicate bloosoms, that juiciness,
ready to bear and bring a new life on the Earth.
But the pollination never happen,
because my husband died four years ago.
Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb,
I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad:
from my pregnant mind they comes out to fill my life
and reduce the emptiness of not being a mother of a human offspring.
A fragranced optical illusion,
flourishes the unique field of my realm
Where no other being has touched,
the soft vibrant velvet that adorns each stem
Each month, a new delicate bud softly sprouts
Well-formed in all its desire
Draped from a bridge void of thorns,
a cascading blend of sweet-scented petals
A Rosarium beauty sublime
The backdrop, a sea of spring green satin,
that flows through my wardrobe collection
Cultured and arranged to perfection
26/04/23
Blue Moon
Last night we had a blue moon
I’m not talking about the beer
That we had with dinner
With friends we hold so dear
No, last night we had a blue moon
That lit up half the sky
Reflecting off the ocean
You couldn’t help but sigh
Last night we had a blue moon
The kind that’s kind of rare
A full moon usually comes each month
This month there was a pair
Last night we had a blue moon
As if upon request
As the man who first walked on it
That day was laid to rest
Mdailey 9/1/12