Short Flared Poems
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sautéed encounter
across my sizzling steak
our intercourse flared
ignited our excitement
shared seared passions smoke
mutton-chop sideburns
bellbottoms... flowery, flared
chic… chains and chest hairs
There once was a cowboy from Nevada.
He wore a barf bag as a bandana.
When he rode on his horse,
his sickness grew worse,
and his intestines flared with melena.
Beta splendens poses,
in vibrant aquacolour
gills flared, fins spread
in full display
to the mirror image
on the other side
of the bowl that
is its world.
Heart broken
from anger
exploded violently.
Tender touch
escaped emotions.
Flared empty
tears flow...
Help me please!
As hurt masks
frustrations want
for lovable understanding
Your beauty
winked at me,
Then crowd
Wrapped you up by the fogged.
And in it's palms,
Extraordinary , drowned.
But the haze of the eyes
Flared up.
In semi-darkness ,
Pulled me along.
There once was a belle in velvet of jade,
Whose gown swept the square — a grand serenade;
She slipped in the crowd,
Her skirt flared too loud,
She got up, laughed and danced, unashamed, unafraid.
elegantly dressed
her black hair in a tight bun
above her proud head
like a coiled up rattlesnake
flared hood and ready to strike
"Tanka 3" contest by Andrea Dietrich
Sitting in my car waiting for my dear
Not everybody's as nice as me I fear
Fighting for parking a spot
Tempers sure flared a lot
Wonder they didn't kick each other in the rear
when sunshine emerged
a polka dot rainbow flared
above green treetops
things were looking up
all the colors coming down
children chased balloons
many-hued nature
has unending surprises
like diamonds in dirt
Bedroom Wall
Hidden in
the small space in
my bedroom wall are a
bit flared skirts (witches skirts only), fairy shoes, bottles of
elf arm hairs, alien dried poop, urine vials too, and
lutes of
egg whites rotting.
Inferno heart. 03/29/2020
As my heart beats,
My blood speeds,
Through all veins,
But never sprains,
My organs work,
No blood cork,
Dont be flared,
Take a glare,
Where'd it start,
Oh yeah, the heart.
Cross starred-
sitting right across,
pure decadence of silence.
Passion flared-
Love aired-
What joy in thee.
Soft movement,
creaking floor,
random burst-
D---
Oh why?
Silence abound-
Love aired.
Smiles all around.
Lips dance,
flirt together -
romance.
Sweet breath -
language of love
‘til death.
Hearts flared -
poetic words
declared!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/25/14,
for Nette Onclaud's Whispers of a Muse - Poetry Contest
Hope seeking a clue, I pursue
cloudy truths within your fickle climate.
When I try to riot your depths of private,
your sky-air raises flared hints of midnight blue
that shape breezy, vague tints atop views of you.
A proud bird fan-struts across the grass; feathered-eyes, full-flared.
Yellow, blue and green neon glows, in the afternoon sunlight’s rays.
Crowned head, held high; puffed breast, shiny feathers; a grand peacock display.
A proud bird, fan-struts across the grass; feathered-eyes, full-flared.
Yellow, blue and green neon glows, in the afternoon sunlight’s rays.
Crowned head, held high; puffed breast, shiny feathers; a grand peacock display.
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and out mine
patagia flair'd
flared
snatch'er
*zez; dictionary.cambridge.org
polish-english noun squint, a
squinting position of the eyes
fragrant dancing girls in flared chocolate skirts in the orchid garden
January 19, 2016
Contest: Monoku #2
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
I saw her in the sky this morn
ghostly pale and forlorn
She couldn't even wink at me
display her craters or her seas
I turned away, then hurried off
my over-sensitivity to quaff
When a spark inside me brightly flared
~ The moon's still mine to view up there
"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of
fear -- not absence of fear." - Mark Twain
A courageous old knight found that there'd
still come times when anxiety flared
but he'd learned through the years
that to conquer one's fears,
one must not be afraid to be scared
We speak in light, though not in tongue, With glances flared and silence sung. No alphabet could ever hold The stories written in the soul.
Yet still we try, with breath and fire To map the stars of our desire, And every word, though lost or plain, Returns as thunder, shaped by rain.
Optimistically
The day was dying
In the twilight of the horizon,
White unicorn with shaken mane
Was sowing
a peacekeeping seed in the hearts.
Sped through flared ridges
To dive in a lake's pupil,
Forest fairies
To be flooded by moondrops
With them to play
Till the dawn cracks
Breaking the root of the dream.
We sang songs of our revolution
For Antiwar beats as the solution
Wanting the age of Aquarius now
In tie-die shirts and flared trousers wow!
Times when the world was mine
And friends that were one of a kind
Endless Summers of complete sunshine
The 60s and 70s were one of a kind!
© Paul Warren Poetry
fondness flared in a flicker of fashion
feathered flight flirtation
and discover the darker depths
to dance in the delight of a dream
abounding aroma of the array
amazing aura in the air
in silent spirituality, serenity
slices of strangulation suspended
Written: December 11, 2022