Short Flew Poems
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A thought flew in
But then it flew out
Why couldn't I keep it?
Where were my brains? ~
Perhaps they'd stepped out
When Eve was searching for a rib
The Devil led her to a crib
Where Cain and Able
Hatched a stork fable
Creating the very first fib
Small mind
Big mouth
Hate the
Hate
Hate the
House
Like
A bird
Flying
South
I
Go
Where
There
Suits
MySelf
By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21
I clung to you
I cried, scared
You're so small
You put your trust in me
I felt failure, fatigue
Held hands, one finger
I wept while you flew
Tiny arms strapped down
The boredom leaped into the wind _flew
Upon the summer clouds reaches the blue
Flies upward joining buzzards circling ring
So boredom's limits somewhat now askew
Augh!!!Augh!!!Brain freeze and fatigue
Bliss had promised her
Contentment he delivered
Away the dream flew!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 November 2015
my body aches
take this away
from me
though
ice my
soft
becomes
hard hardly
in heat yet
slightly
beginning
to drip drops
be
coming
of me to
tell
me i'm
becoming
and i'm
coming
for you
Form:
Crow just flew by
With a cow in its beak
I was afraid to say hi
Afraid of what would happen
It if tried to speak
The cow looked at me imploringly
But what could I do?
It happened so quickly
And out of the blue.
We may sit in the sun,
remembering the fun
of our youth.
Then a bee buzzes by,
to remind us
of the truth
That flowers are pretty
and to the bee, sweet.
But memories can hide a sting
we wish not to repeat.
There was a man named Wright
Who used to fly his kite
But during a break
He made a mistake...
stuck on a tree, the string broke kite out of sight
7/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
At the dusk of day
A large bird seen flew
Then slowly landed
On the ground folded
Its large huge wings
Then was very still
Watching for awhile
Pondering why so still
Only to discover
It was a large piece
Of paper shaped a bird
something big and black flew overhead
we both looked up, the dog and I
wings unlike a butterfly
it flew back up into the sky
a wasp? a wisp? a tiny bat?
I’ll never know, but it was thin
a black dragon fly, a dragon cat?
something with a touch of red.
Sarah made up her mind to be unusual
She wanted to be different, unique, chic
I need to fly, she told herself.
That would do the trick
How will we do it? Her brain asked.
Her heart knew.
So she listened.
Just believe, the heart said.
And so she did
And so she flew.
The Rooster that Flew Across the Road
There once was a rooster named Red.
He hated to get out of bed.
People laughed when he crowed.
So he ran across the road.
Halfway there, tires screeched, he flew instead.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 14, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
Where did you go time?
I know you were here.
Not long ago it was
Just the beginning of a year.
A third has snuck by
We must have been asleep.
Time did you get out of bed
And make a giant leap?
I didn't reach my goals
And so much I wanted to do.
I know I didn't procrastinate;
I think time grew wings and flew.
A smiling dancing singing bird one day
Came in cool colors in a rhythmic sway
Hugged the pink twigs of a bleeding heart
Pleasant current of warm air playing under the shirt
Unfortunately I hesitated a little and the bird flew away
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February 25, 2016
The bird flew and flew
The bird flew around the cage
Never knowing the outside
Seeing but not able to feel
One day her cage was left open
She flew round and round
Overwhelmed with excitement
Flying round the room
She saw another outside
Settling on the window sill
She wondered how that would feel
A thought flew by
The weather is melancholy
the forever is not for us to grasp
dreams not be fulfilled
forgotten, not even to dust
On a day like this, life appears
pointless as one day we shall
not know we ever lived
Yet, we cling on to life because
we shall drown in the ocean
of endless time
We ponder what will be our fate
As Earth we over-populate.
More industry we generate
And agriculture propogate.
Many species we decimate
As Planet Earth we dominate.
Bigger cities we now create.
In high-rise blocks we concentrate.
Now pathogens grow at a rate
And fly worldwide to dissipate.
We ponder what will be our fate.
He flew home
nothing remained
only her.
Houses and neighbors
had shrunk into footnotes.
His dog had lost its sense of smell
- was not well.
The roots of the town
had rotted beneath the forgotten
and disowned.
The whole damn country
had been re-landscaped.
He did not fit anymore
except into her -
that was more than enough.
A rooster flew the coop
We don’t know where to find him
He took off and ran away
At the thought, twas just a whim
Now my roosters ran away
I don’t know where he could be
Look high, look low, and in between
Hey look! He’s in that tree!
My rooster flew the coop
And him I surely found
Now what I must do the next
Is get him on the ground
Form:
Little red Robin,
You come every day,
Where from I wonder?,
As you look through my window,
Watching you fly away.
Why do you come each day?,
Are you a sign from above?,
Or just a robbin from nearby?,
Red robbin my new friend.
You flew away days ago,
Where did you go?,
Did you not need to come anymore?,
Is it because I'm ok?
Will I see you again?
The bright illumination rose
Like a chandelier's light
Casting yellow through the dark pines
Adorning needles bright
A winter sunrise to remember
The Bluebirds in orange vest
Dancing next to Star Magnolia
Whose white blossoms are best
Nesting begins in earnest soon
The doves know when to coo
House Finches in dating color
Quiet nights for day flew
I once had a treasure and now
All I have is an empty chest
The rubies and gold have been stolen
My heart is now an empty nest
My dove has flown away with a crow
His craw took her away
Her golden heart she once had
Has now turned into dust
I will still fly south for the winter
Keeping my heart warm
For tomorrow is another day
I will find myself a new dove
Creating a new love
The night belonged to the witches that flew by
Over the orange moon, quite the pumpkin shade
That casts eerie shadows from their house that lies
They have a boiling cauldron so nicely laid
Within the orange moonlight spells have been cast
Causing children to turn into frogs at last
Being the evil witches that they are known
There’s no better hatred than this that’s shown
Russell Sivey