Short Edit Poems
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My writing requires an edit
After each line I regret it
It can't get much worse
Load this verse in a hearse
As readers try to forget it
When We Would Complete Edit
after we read it
we would complete the edit
give proper credit
Jim Horn
8 to go to complete
8,000 poems.
Lin Lane was as sharp as a dart
incredible at penning her art
experienced in edit
I Give her due credit
She could take all mistakes apart.
Edit, abort;
poem cut short.
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A For-Get-Me-Not, a rhymed couplet with 4 syllable lines
Eph 2:10 - For we are God's workmanship (poema)...
We edit our text and make cuts
To avoid the mantra word-klutz
What's publishing next
Are my lines badly hexed
Here on poetry soup to nuts
I'm having trouble using the 'new system'
Cant edit comments properly..cant even
See the update bar..this is when on a phone.' Are others getting the same ttrouble?
John Donne, English poet innovator and scholar
finished life wearing a clerical collar.
Most famous for sermons and love poetry,
a wife and twelve children also had he.
Read the expression on my face.
When I was born, they yelled: "First place!"
I edit opinions... ((REPLACE)) ....
Swallowed pride without saying grace.
I'm the finish line, with no race.
To Edit
to recover
to renew
to rediscover
to change the existing
to realize my own mistakes
to change the innocence
to redo the first words spoken
can I fix the Broken ?
to Edit .
Form:
I’m writing my life story
Over and over
Without stopping to edit
Stream of consciousness
Through vast and varied terrain
Fresh and familiar in the same
Breath each
Time well spent.
NOVEMBER
November saying hi
October says bye
Valediction for succession
Enter like a magician
Moving things from best
Bringing them to your chest
Edit and expunge the worst
Rewrite the trailed test
Read It After God Did Edit
What we should do is to have read it,
And after that Bible ask God to edit;
Love and worship;
More pages flip;
Give Him credit and around shed it.
Jim Horn
4498
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Who is this old woman who sits in a chair
Eyes wide and blank in a sightless stare
Attempting to edit her past unaware
That her life ticks by in couplets and pairs
And that where there is nothing, nothing is there.
Student Procrastinator
Grammar
Crammer
Multiple Casino Guy
Scrambler
Gambler
Casino Loser
Lamer
Gamer
A Playboy’s Malady
Fun guy
Fungi
Slasher in Prison
Knifer
Lifer
April 27, 2021
Mystery discreetly disclosed.
Changing moods reveal details of shades
edit
Designed by nature with a clue,
Watchful minds eye, will break the venue.
edit
Blended aspiring deployment,
Thine story so brightly depicted.
Hi Soupers,
Please do read my new short story about the birth of Jesus.
"MooMoo's Manger Story"
(I don't know how to edit it. I submitted it in paragraphs only, but it has come without any gaps. Sorry about that!)
credits edit is fed it,my medicine is just jettison my edison,and fold over her
reddison.my nigga,my incomplete nigga,wheres the swerve in the scurve rotund?
i need funds and a future,you should sutcher,and deliver a final blow,exits know.
Too ugly.
Too tall.
Too nice.
Too small.
Too talkative,
Too confident,
Too mockative
Don’t call.
Too broke.
Too negative.
The bane of my life.
Don’t credit them.
Too flawed.
That’s relative
To the human race.
Can’t edit it.
Restructure
Some wording
In the dangling
Of
Meaningless
Sentences
Writing is
The Sparkle
Crackling in
Forgotten fires
Inside
The minds
Time
To shine
Wind us up
And see
Us spin
Don't
Topple
Us over
Regression
Never wins
Our game show host,
in negative,
teeth bleaching.
papering the cracks,
with good lighting,
and bad jokes,
We
never
see
you
coming.
Fluffed before countdown
but you never came,
your climax is waiting,
any minute now
there is no edit.
Form:
To thee I sing a dirge,
As I behold the mangled sight,
Pity, I couldn't turn back the hand of clock, or
Edit the disfigured pattern,
So grotesque as I watch, the
Time-worn piece in my front,
Reminding me of those far away years,
You came to be by my skilful hands.
< coniferous tree
playing peek a boo .... shuffle
candid smiles glisten
{ Christmas }
Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All
Liberty loves you
Do you fancy freedom?
If I was liberation,
Would you worship
The ground I walk on?
I’ll free you from
Whatever pains you
And I will make all wrongs right
I refuse to edit your existence
You are wonderful the way you are
That is why
Liberty loves you
Form:
Breaking from Vernacular 2 [ edit ]
The truth neglected
A different outcome expected
Never was life so splendid
Happy now even if it ended
Taking time to ease the mind
The less I think the more I find
Change seems more than spectacular
To truly break from the vernacular
to all who took advantage
to edit out the damage
to restore what was carnage
on the battlefield of haiku
a really big THANK YOU
for the next haiku challenge
you'll need a summer kigo
and please remember
to read the rules like I do
much kudos to all, Mick