Short Edit Poems

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Premium Member The Jig is On - spelling edit

When Anthony started to trip,
he turned it into a back flip.
He then finished big
by dancing a jig
and closed with a hop and a skip.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Light of Love - title edit

tealights with soft warm glow release sweet lavender scent where I linger with my lover melting in contentment
Form: Verse

When We Would Complete Edit

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.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member John Donne with typo edit

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.
Form: Clerihew

To Edit

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:


Read It After God Did Edit

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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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Footles On Folks Less Seemly- Spelling Edit

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
Form: Footle

Perceived Gaze Concord (Crystalline) (Edit)

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.

Edit In Life

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

Playing Peek a Boo {edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Quiet Comfort Edit...Part 3

Last light fades along the mountain peak

                The dusk comforts a weary soul


This singular day is almost gone

               Memory rides a carousel


Tomorrow will hold its own promise

               The easy welcome of a new dawn



For Brians contest

Colours
Perception
Harmony

Premium Member Edit Me

Here they are to edit me
   I don't care, can't they see
     I'll say what I want, I'm free
       You can ask me, Maybe even plea
         I won't agree
       It's me, not we
      I'll charge like General Lee
     Make you take a knee
    You will pay the fee
   If you don't let me be
 You should probably flee
© Jay Moore  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member OPENING DAY - edit for contest

The anxious crowd
Gathers
Slowly anticipating
The grand opening

A bud trembles
Dew drops shiver
A late sun
Unlocks the stage door

A gentle hum builds
Slowly
Petal fingers open
To unheard applause

A chatter of sparrows
A distant hoot
The muffled cooing
Of doves

Stage right
Crimson capes
Opening
To nature’s suitors

Premium Member To Edit

Most difficult
is to edit
one's own writing;
Like we could change a life
in a single sitting...though it 
has been done
I am told...by those
far more prolific than I,
and, maybe, less critical
(to my knowledge, Satan 
has yet to apologize): 

were all our flaws
simply commas
and run-ons--
and not attitudes, and
their principalities!

Premium Member Tommy Turkey - typo edit

Tommy Turkey revealed that last year
Farmer Joe made old friends disappear.
To the new birds he said,
“Heed my words or be dead
should that farmer with axe reappear.”

The new birds thought his tale was a fable.
Tommy cried, “Run as fast as you’re able.”
To the corn field he fled
while his dumb friends instead
ended up on a Thanksgiving table.
Form: Limerick

Quit Wasting My Time { Edit }

<                               One by one they'll shall roll on and come
                                 Like soldiers marching to beaten drums
                                 Echoes  are acknowledge
                                 Cast across thy arched bridge
                                 Haste makes waste even for everyone




Inspired By
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Follower Or Leader
GL All
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Our Dumb Chums - Spelling Edit

While we humans are living in fear,
those sweet cats and the dogs we hold dear
get added attention
since we’re in detention.
Pets are thrilled that Corona is here!

Our societies came to a crawl,
but the creatures are having a ball.
Gators saunter to stores.
Monkeys, goats, and wild boars
running free aren’t so dumb after all!

April 23, 2020 for  Janice Canerdy's Limerick Contest
(I think my fingers hit the wrong keys first time around!)
Form: Limerick

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