Short Fall Over Poems
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the words fall over the cliff of my lips
and as they fall they die
why cant I form a single sound
that has the wings to fly?
I'm not quite up to snuff,
should the wind give me a puff
I'd simply fall over
like a worn-out clover
that's lost its own shadow
in an overgrown meadow
still there's dark somewhere
let light fall over from head
stars have no shadow
in honor of the Shaggs
Puddle of Wine
Isn't it mine
I'll drink it when I fall over
Fall on my face
Not any grace
Lap it from green grass and clover.
(Nonet)
The heart of the eagle fills with grief
as she flies over our nation
and sees the death of freedom.
Her tears fall over all
America, land
of tyranny,
no longer
of the
free.
June 16, 2013
so meny stars over us
the sky draws down up us
the univers knows our love
and fragments befor us
to make us one
and as the sky crys
we know it is you and me
as the stars fall over us
we awaken meny dreems
Form:
They fall over themselves
Rush to tap on the blessing
Urged on by the holy man
Wallets are turned out
Blessings are decreed
Souls upturned await
They study not the word
Preacher has a direct line
To the creator and maker
#Luis 2017
aches and pains
all caused by myself
trips and fall
making myself bleed
my fault
a klutz
greaseful
what is wrong with me
i trip over air
i fall over my own feet
what's next
i fall in the street
get hit by a car
and not make it that time...
Form:
And so ends the lesson
As I go to the top of the class
For each time I fall over
I get up again and again
They say it’s the way of the world
But it seems some are able to coast
Whilst others swim against the tide
Do you make the choice
Or is the choice made for you.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A valentine day, he bought a bunch of flowers in a pot of desire,
and walked with running smile to plunge heart in the burning fire.
he reached at the spot and sun rays warmth his surrounding,
the charming birds 're singing a song and air has leaves curdling.
she was in kissing with someone he fall over in a different dire.
-Dandelion Dream-
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
~SKAT~
what happens to a broken heart?
does it melt like lipstick
trapped in a car on
the hottest day of the year?
or does it implode
like a star in great fear?
does it shatter like confused glass?
or bust and fall over--
like a runner ending last?
maybe it withers
like an old thread.
or maybe it's just dead.
~Ode to Mr. Langston~
Time wastes it’s own time in
a fury to get it over –
The clocks fall over in a useless
attempt to stop –
The key to wind the clock disappears
into the night –
The clocks strike one by one in
their own ways –
Some for the last time make
the effort to control –
One day all the clocks will stop
and there will be no pressure –
red cranberries
color your cheeks
bright sunlight streaks soft hair tied up
against the heat
hot steps in powder dirt bring us close to the ocean
dune
again
fall over
the ocean below us a kingdom to behold
fresh breeze wipes away childrens screams
cold water
brings us to
lets
hide away at the beach end
let the dog run
let the burn begin
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tears
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2011
O'Lord
wave your
healing hands
and
purify
my body
with
your tears -
I need your
tears
to
fall over
me -
This
is my
prayer,
I pray
to thee -
For
in you,
I'll always
believe -
Wave
your healing
hands,
and
purify me
with
your tears -
Hester let her say sequester-
and she feted the focus,
folks fallen inside say-
i wonder,
! plunder,
say Donner much dumber than plundering the groovy grow.
Too much woolen sleeve not enough reep!
Too much stolen ski not enough heavy peace!
Because the people will all fall over,
into fives-
into lives -
and yes baby into the night.
Driving through the Serengeti plains
twilight started to fall over the land
Then in the blink of an eye night falls
no slow fading of light just darkness
The full moon comes out and reveals
the sky awash with rainbows of colour
all left behind by the glowing setting sun
bathing all of the plains with technicolour
written 08/04/2013
contest poem about sunset
F-all over yourself to heed,
L-istening to God's promise;
O-pen your ears to hear,
R-efrain from going
A-miss.
A-s you fall over yourself to heed,
L-et not your eyes turn blind;
I-n receiving God's commands,
G-reat faith fills up your mind.
A-rdently pay attention,
D-o prepare your heart to feed;
O-n Thursday February fifteenth, fall over yourself to heed.
BPO
Work a forty hour week or more
Five nights a week for pay
Get a bonus if you hit the targets
Drink every two weeks when paid
Till you fall over have more and crawl
Celebration BPO style wage slave job
Dial the ing customers do as told
Stressed to Hell and back be quiet DIAL!
You wanna work in a call centre?
Go ahead you better be ready
For stress orders drinking and more
Pour down the waters,
May they fall over
The sanctuary so it
May flower abundantly.
May the fruit it bear
Belong to you
The honey it produces
Be sweeter than most.
May the territorial waters
Live like a spirit,
Roaming over the earth
Like liberated winds.
I am the sad sanctuary
Untamed and uncared for,
Waiting for the gardner
To come and tend to it.
I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk drawer.
But if the world was made of cubes
sitting in neat stacks ~
Then things would not fall over things
And this place wouldn‘t look like crap.
Forged by the light of the sun
Engorged by the feel of the wind
My throat closes slowly
Yet, I breathe again
left out of control, swelled
Flustered,dizzy, shaky
Snorting the smell
Of freshly cut grass
The colors of the flowers
Make me fall over breathless;
my eyes become unhinged
The mind left delirious
Passed out I sweat
Tossing turning
Waiting for it to break
the fever ends
the dawn of Spring
When did the white start to streak
the long red tresses that
fall over my shoulder?
When did my reflection begin
to show a confident woman’s gaze
instead of shy little blue eyes?
When did maturity begin
to sink into the laugh lines
of this broadening smile?
And when did the wisdom begin
to creep into these deepening crows feet
and start staring back at me
with my mother’s eyes?
Cubes boil in suffocation.
As cubes inject with insemination.
Cubes fall over with abandonment.
How the cubes sing out lament.
Cubes of purple red and black.
Help the cubes find out what they lack.
Cubes become a mental state.
When eighteen cubes begin debate.
Cubes cannot tell help depression.
Because they are not in session.
Cubes dissolve and become nought.
Helpless cubes cannot be bought.
Your comments have been ecouragement to me
They inspire and build up and set me free
Without a comment now and then
Discouragement would come and set in
I am so happy that my words are read
I am glad they come to life and not fall over dead
I appreciate you all so much
As we communicate and our hearts all touch
My life is rich and better indeed
For all the love you have given to me.
Sincerely Bobb Marly