Short Filling My Lungs Poems

Air
Haiku by: Tom
December 5th 2020

Oxygen is life.
We inhale, filling our lungs,
exhale, and repeat.
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Trapped in the stairway
Heavy smoke filling my lungs
Screams piercing my ears
       The tower is collapsing!
       No time to say good-bye, no...


9/13/11

Received 6th place in "Remembering 9/11" contest...

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When we were vultures
Living in mangers
You told me you'd love me 
Forever.
The seasons cry into each 
other. The sounds warp.
You become a constellation.
A morass of deep meaning,
Filling my lungs,
Untill I can barely breathe....

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40 bucks. . 
that's all it took
thud thud was the last sounds his heart ever made
multiple strikes from a venomous bite
blood filling his lungs
the wind whispering his name like a mothers lullaby
death had come to soon for him
Why do we take what is not ours?
oh right. . 
40 bucks...

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Toxic haze curling thickly
In your lungs, my name
Exhaled, dripping in smoke.
An escape of breath, another drag.
Your lips on mine, regret,
The flavor of the night.
Smokey and bitter
And filling my lungs.
On the verge of emotion,
You pull away, eyes glazed,
My soul following, vaporous,
Thin and second hand....

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Buck panting, gurgling
blood filling his lungs, run down
steep slope, MUST escape...
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For Raul's contest(Solace in Nature)...

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Snowdrops like candy, melting on tongues
   Chilly air dancing, filling our lungs
An eagle overhead, feathers bound tight
   Gray skies of winter, transpose into night

Men struggle and strive in the dark to survive
   Warm summer's memories more dead than alive
A crust of stale bread, an ounce of thin gruel
   Stave off for a moment hunger's specter so cruel...

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We cannot change what happened yesterday it is dead and gone.
Tomorrow is beyond our reach, and uncertain for what it may hold.
Today is all we have to enjoy, so live to its fullest extent.
Enter into it with thanksgiving on your heart.
Take a deep breath filling your lungs with the air of today, 
Knowing that you have been given this precious gift yet one more time....

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There once was a chicken. 
Sir Henry picken. Who never 
once didn't cluck.
We were sick of his incessit noise.
He didn't even have a bit if poise.
No one cud help but think 
"he's a nut!"
so one day we got our revenge.
Filling his lungs with nasty muck.
Now poor little chicken, sir Henry
picken, cannot call for help to put
on his mitten and sock. Now sir 
Henry picken, smitten is now, 
what you is not. XD...

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As the summer result is pass on
Chaos fill's the sky
Chemical gases filling the lungs 
Of young life
death becomes the anterm on our lips 
With eccos of loud voice
Mixed with tears and pall
Standing by the corner
like what we see on silima
a lot of people falling under
OH AFRICA
Were is our mother's love
that's all we got
Yet stolling by the wings of politics
Caution our ass with fear
boombing become's a must do
to the detriment of our father's plan...

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We cannot come now the ladybug sang with accord.
We are smelling the starch on the ironing board.
The baby mouse agreed, she loved the smell of starch too.
And she liked the stiffness of the jeans her mom ironed all blue.

They sat next to the baskets watching Mrs. Mouse work.
She ironed for the McGuffries, the Geedogs and Mr. McLerk.
The iron’s steam wafted in the air, filling the lungs of the two.
Who loved the aroma every time she reached for a denim of blue....

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When life kissed me again 





Like a leaf of Autumn, detached, afloat in air,
With my love lost, drowning deep in despair,
Water filling the lungs, losing myself to life,
Soul rested tranquil, was an end to all strife.

Opened the door again, a ray of light reached,
as he sent sparks to my sinking heart beats, 
Wiped tears of grief, rolling down my cheeks,
Now a singing flute, I behold his breaths to peaks.




Written March 29th, 2016
For contest by Broken wings...

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Treading water,
drifting on jet streams
above setting suns,
reaching below to find that existence
is more than bobbing
up and down,
wishing the earth were still
as you make it move
breathing aromatic dreams,
filling my lungs with 
sweet fragrance,
as I gasp for air,
my mouth opened,
suckling taut whispers
tickling my tongue
when palms sway upon 
moistened flesh
peering down, peering up
as the tide comes 
and I sink breathless
into the depths
of her love

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