Short Feebly Poems
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Scurrying about...
Darting here and there... panicked
Whimpering feebly...
Brave predators lick their lips...
Caged, trapped... helpless... caught fast
Frail crescent moon hanging feebly
Ghost of a shadow in the dark
Unpretentious stars take the stage
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
jangling nerves... tense, taut...
darting to and fro… caught... trapped
whimpering feebly...
The brave gunman licks his lips...
duck soup... easy prey... unarmed
Flattened and covered
In wicked water
A vindictive vision
Where disease diffuses
And people lose their words
And lives
I sit here helpless
As you feebly float, fighting
Only a true warrior
Will win this battle
Form:
Mood-enhancers
For their music.
Mind-entrancers
Time slows; then stops.
That voiced sweetly
In rock-skipped brook.
As wee, feebly
Recall. Sad plops!
One, as girlish
Whom once, greeting
Street-leapt, a-swish
Hint of love drops.
stethoscope ends
emerged from ears,
lady vet’s task
then grimly done—
take your time here,
offered her aide
while tears seeped up
as faithful dog,
grown feebly-old,
lay still, inert,
after last breath:
sad, lonely choice,
my only one.
August augmented Summer's stay,
but now takes tiny breaths, biding her time
to slowly set verdant vines,
those lofty leaves upon tall trees, and
green grains to feebly fade-
to paint plush colors, framing Fall-
as September styles the Autumn age.
The leer at-
the anointment,
a cruise controlled gear-
gets no appointment,
the gruesome task is
to trust the element-
scarce-
or even just feebly miscalculated,
as another was given the equality one was torn out of the page book,
a traveler,
an infector.
The Sahara Dessert is in my mouth
My tongue is a leather strap
Palms begin to get very moist
A bead of sweat drips down my back
Butterflies churn in my stomach
My heart skips another beat
Legs are getting a wee bit wobbly
As my knees grow feebly weak
All because …
She smiled at me
Time! Those minute and
Angular grains...
Wherein, subscribed to
Each hypothesized increment
Forever,
All supposedly contain
A singular ticking second from yet
Just another incumbent
Universe:-
Man's futile attempt to try and
Feebly explain
That which only the
Great Unmovable-Mover
Can truly measure!
Listen to poem:
Maybe one day
you'll just
say thanks for
having me,
rearing me,
putting up with me,
parrying all my foibles,
and quaint weaknesses,
thanks for loving me, just as I am,
for loving you, just as you are,
two beings, friends,
brought here together,
momentarily, feebly,
caringly connected,
you to me
me to you
a pair.
DROPPING SHE RECALLS
Cold-blooded scales, fiery-hot, languishing,
As she dreamily falls harnessing the icy wind.
Dropping she recalls, and smiles feebly,
That she alone sits on the throne, this Lizard Queen.
Today’s Date: 1/30/2020
Arbitrium Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Barden
Original Poem: Lizard Queen dated 1/22/2020
dandelions sprout
earth is clad in green mantle~
songsters chirp on trees
at summer’s tail end
trees into rainbow hues turn~
leaves drop down feebly
snowflakes downward slide
like downy feathers landing~
a cheery vast void
Sept.23.2022
A Haiku Collection of Three-
Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
I became a rose for winter
Blooming below a midnight sky
All year long my body has strived
Who shall care for me
If I were to die
Curled up
My leaves fold and cower
Embracing the life left within
Feebly I watch the sun
Out it comes
Without reply
I become
A rose for winter
Tread carefully the path
Don't kill a rose
Before it has the grace to die..
Form:
‘I’m dizzy being busy’, she continued
To the friend who went, ‘Yea, really’.
Twenty minutes later, Dizzy-busy was still talking,
And the other one was still nodding feebly.
I wanted to hear what the other one had to say,
But all I could make out was Busy-dizzy.
The other one, she was far more interesting.
When I finally left, Dizzy-busy was still talking!
©dbyrne feb 2013
Timid, gutless, young man feebly muttered
Then mustered spartan courage and puttered,
And fluttered he like a dove
And stuttered to say his love,
But "Shoo - Shoo!" pretty, beloved uttered.
Posted on Oct. 5, 2020
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest
Poet Destroyer A
Limerick – Syllabic count: 10/10/7/7/10 syllables
Vagabond roaming about
Feebly holding your hand out
Your shoulders buckled black and blue
Society turns her back on you
Wanderer drifting aimlessly
You don’t fool me so easily
You have hushed stories to tell
Twixt between heaven and hell
Transient invisible or not
Hardly more than an afterthought
When I get to the pearly gate
Fair karma my cold heart await
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
wearisome is the ardent wine,
icy corridors
we sooty birds descend nimbly into nests
high in drear corridors, collecting leafy glisten
among the psychotic-seeming industry
and throng of souls' bitter rinds.
i, tunneled roots, blackened bark clinging
feebly peel away, reveals then
what teething bishops sung.
a petty triumph of marrow... boxcars and
boxcars clangin' fertile to the
fallen ladders
Drenched in a torrent of unequalled censure
I vow to never again undertake this venture
Alas my woes are never over I fear
So feebly untimely my arrival of tears
Adieu I bid to this mollycoddled life
Although humour it seems so full of strife
To get and beget are choices I made
Now to lie in this grave for myself I have laid
Stretching for as far as the eye can see
I transgress yet again to this person I call me
Pep-talking walkers were strutting.
Round ladies were jogging,
strollers pushed by
the quick and the plodding.
Teenage girls flouncing.
A ball thrown still bouncing.
Kids were shouting,
shouting.
The pond went round and around,
a circle of sound.
They were texting, yelling, tripping.
Kids skipping, noses dripping,
flip-flops scuffing.
Round and round the people went,
while the sky made a big round-eye,
and I feebly clinging
to its edge.
He's about a boy, white as snowflake,
thin as chopsticks,
hard as diamonds- rough as sandpaper
who wears the green over shoulders
and brass on his torso,
rifle in his hand,
learning where a man should stand
upon his native land.
He's about a boy, scared as man
to natures around,
quite as death- awkward eyes as
unwanted silence,
feebly stalking what he craves
for hours and through days
in his mysterious ways...
He's about a boy becoming a man.
Form:
Our love, once like two vibrant leaves
Vigorous, lively, and vital;
Both clinging in a summer breeze
Beautiful and ornamental.
But time passes and our love died
Not unlike autumns foliage
Losing its vivaciousness-dried,
Withering in an outdoor stage
Where the slightest breeze sets them free
And separate but to perish.
Our love like the leaves on the tree
Where once it had thrived and flourished
Now a feeling in its last throes
Feebly lingering to let go.
Old lies remote, yet they find a way
Though it does not shine like New Year's day
It wakes hope to raise it to the top
Ask past and present for them to swap
It's the age that will soften their hearts
Heaven's eyes will see, and Grace imparts
Angels sing a suite composed by Bach
As that day nears, boost time on a clock
Old ask politely, excuse me dear
New says certainly, it's nice and clear
As an old wish sits on top, tick tock
Feebly ask, add more years please, Good Luck.
The Earth is moist as the rain is warm
God's tears pressing against my cheek.
I prayed today as I did yesterday
and still am I feeling feebly weak.
I thought he had lost hope of me
As though I may have had lost hope in him
I thought I may have prayed so wrongly
that I may have prayed for sin.
I tasted his tears as though it were holy wine
that fell from that gray-awkward sky,
dreaming in solitude hoping of
giving me his piece of strength
to steer my life with sincerity and love.