Short Every Month Poems
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They're talking again about gossips, compromisers and back stabbers,
Every month or so something's said about them
Do we not know by now what a bad personality is?
May we be blessed
every hour of every day
every day of every month
and every moth of every year
to choose compassion over judgement
and curiosity over fear.
Why need a special date
Spread love each day
Life is short we all know
Yet fail to be what we are
Be a part of selfless love
Let every month simply be
Season of love, more love
Today is the first day of january
Today (day one) I will begin
A new year's resolution
I will write one poem
Everyday,
Every month,
Every year
Till my hand can no longer hold a pen
J Jesus urges us to be salt and light, not either-or
O One reader every month wins my heart for (our) literature
E Every Paul needs a Barnabas: easily prays, "feels" the words we share
when a child is missing
nothing else matters
all energy goes toward finding them
every hour feels like a month
every month is twelve years
when a child is missing
nothing else matters
We are living in the land of milk and honey
But with prices these days, it really ain't funny
Watching our pennies
Every month if any
Counting on one hand, weeping like a wee bunny
MONDAY IS PART OF THE WEEK,
THAT APPEARS EVERY MONTH,
CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN AND
CARRYING A MONKEY ON HIS BACK,
LOOKING LIKE A MONK WITHOUT AN IGLOO.
NOBODY MOCKS A MONDAY WITHOUT A MONKEY ON IT BACK.
Though dancing daily
unswerving type the sea is
treats rich and poor same
Though scudding across
the sky, clouds are in no rush
to pour rain fairly
Moon waxes and wanes
every month but never fails
to entertain us
599.
Learn History of Independence Days!
Learn Independence Days History
Of each & every country
From Afghanistan to Timor Leste
Togo to Zimbabwe
From January to October
November to December
Every month there is a celebration
Of the independence of a certain nation.
-12/18/2017
(Dumarao)
*WHN Poems
There is a saying:
Every doughnut has its day.
Every baby gets its way.
Every month is somehow May.
Every swing is met with a sway.
Okay, okay, okay...
We get it.
Reset it.
As if there wasn't enough grandeur already.
Here we are smearing
The grime from our goggle lenses.
Take the goggles off.
Jump the fences.
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Form:
I like being a woman in a men s world.
The world think that.
the woman is weak and wan,
with no strength.
What an illogic logic,
it seems like it is a creep and cheap world.
How would they know that,
how it fells being bleeding five days every month
and still, they think
we have no strength.......
When you throw things into a storage shed
You are spending money on rent every month
Sometimes for years
Finally, you decide to look the stuff over
None of this was anything you should have kept or paid rent on
At one time we had three storage lockers in three states
It took me three weeks to clean them out
What I decided to keep fit into a small purse
you say i act weird and i am weird
if changing my hair color every month and having fun and being goofy n being myself
then yes im weird and i am proud of it
your siting there judging me when imm here having fun
being myself
you people sit and talk about me behind my back and cant say it to my face
im me get over it
BEING WEIRD IS AWSOME!!!!!!!!
Focusing on that river that supplies nourishment
Clear as a crystal, flowing from the throne of God
In the mist of it is The Tree of Life that bears
Twelve manner of fruit, yielding every month
The leaves of that Tree are for the healing
That river, beautiful, crystal clear is the source
(Based on Revelation 22:1-2) (This was inspired by Brian Strand's .)
Form:
The menstruation,
Till its cessation
Makes women to live outside
Their homes for four days
Come home on fifth day
Husbands helping and inside.
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Based on an ancient Indian custom as the women were not allowed to touch anything
in the house for four days of their menstruation cycle every month. They were considered
untouchable religiously.
Sitting surrounded amidst the heap,
Like a gale or like a storm
They come every year every month
All the cheer they sweep aside
All a sudden Heavy books heavy pile
With dark bags under every eye
Cramming night sleeping daytime
Drowsiness engulfs from the backside
Head up focused yet mind outside
Ticking clock running the time
3,4,5,6
Mental trauma making way inside.
She was not just a pretty face
Most people could not keep pace
The little lump on her left breast
She felt and thought best to take a test.
The doctor asked” is there pain?” its cancer
She shook her head and choked on her answer.
They removed the nasty lump, doctor said early was best
She took her meds and took some rest.
Now she checks every month and thanks God
She is cancer free and it feels good.
Seven children and 6 grandchildren,
When did this happen?
I was a teenager yesterday,
And all I waited for was my weekly pay.
But now I don't know which way to turn,
Every month is someone's birthday,
And to know what to get them is a big concern.
Please don't mention Christmas as it's a month of stress.
But is there anything that I would change.
I don't really think so, but there is a lot to arrange!
Is this the pain I must bear?
Cramps, torture, pains and all are things I fear
My bones are weak
And my is soul sick
Temper so aroused
Lonely and depressed
Eyes weary
With visions so blurry
My stomach’s most fragile ropes
Threatening to withdraw from each other
Here I sat lost in thoughts with no hopes
On how to put them together
And yet every month I pray to behold it
But when it comes I can’t withhold it.
Halloween gnome named Cheesy collected black bats
They swarmed around him as if he were tuna fish cats
We could not figure it out, but it happened like crazy
Cheesy was a baker, up early, never a teensy bit lazy
Maybe it was his scones, his muffins and such
But bats adored Cheesy, they liked him ever so much
They glommed onto him every month, not just Halloween
They landed on his knees, his neck, forever with him seen.
In the Reflections that each held my deepest thoughts that come to Me. An While every month She'd faithfully clean the window of glass for those brilliantly green leaves. And as I stare from in that cold room facing that looming Ol’ tree. The leaves share their secrets only to fall after the spring. So why must the memories scar so deeply so true. She answered its Behind the window with the Reflections of a soul that belongs to You
Dear Santa, I want to pray
asking your kind favor.
Lots of wishes I have. What to say?
In my sock, drop a special flower.
Flower should have twelve petals.
Every month to tear one, fulfilling one wish.
Twelve wishes for a year in total.
That will be my best bliss.
12/04/17
Dear Santa, I want Contest by Kevin Shaw
No one knows when I am like this.
Alone. In my room with my phone, I
See everyone out without me. Pity me.
Oh, pity me. Every month like clockwork,
I sit alone in my room with my phone,
Scrolling. Making me so much worse with every video.
People are having real loss. Real people with real issues.
Who am I to compare my sadness with theirs when
everyone around me is so nice and comforting?
I know I'll get over this feeling. I need to be Alone.