Short Fray Poems
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Let go. Move on.
Please no, not gone.
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I entered the fray
bent the discussion
Yet to record for posterity
my pen lacked the percussion
Looking back past this blink in time....
Finding his innocent child; had we known
How to save a life I lost a friend, somewhere
Along the way amid life's bitterness silently gazing
Purity's eyes
Form:
Sickness incredulously slipped the noose
wormed its way past healthy constitutions
and lodged spear like into Adams’ rib
Tenaciously Life held back
marshalling the frontline
lymphocytes funneled nutrients
from Mother’s soup
into the societal fray.
Enter madness
enter sadness
two hearts colide
in a beautiful divide
eyes begin to tear
now the end is near
soulless wispers in the dark
lifeless lovers invade the ark
it has to end now
but we cant find a way how
we have to get out
or oblivion will come about
Form:
This spectacular location.
Keep looking for grace.
Always and continually.
All of us noted the creative ideas.
That brings a sense of joy.
These are my main worries.
That halts your progress.
Making up for the emptiness.
Written: July 24, 2022
The Fray
I stay above the fray
Taking no side
You may disagree
Dont bring dispute to me
I stay above the fray
Involvement I avoid
Neutral I shall be
No disarray for me
I stay above the fray
Struggle is your own
No conflict can’t you I see
So leave and let me be
Beneath a willow, children play
Sun shining brightly, a fine day,
Observe our lovely neighborhood
So peaceful and calm, all is good
Problems? We live above the fray.
Written May 23, 2022
Submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 45" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Guard your heart.
Don't give love away or the pain will smart and
your heart will fray..
Don't serve your heart on an open tray or some
may come and cart pieces away..
Keep open your heart to give and receive but
be smart and weed those there to deceive..
If you always wear your heart on your sleeve,
you may lose parts that you'll never retrieve..
I fancy a life
In which we’d be blithe
In which you’re my wife
And we shun the scythe
The dire death’s sickle
We shall escape its blow
If only time did trickle
If only it were slow
But though it is flying
Running in a vicious flow
I am hardly trying
‘Gainst its tide I row
Against time I stand
And though I’m only clay
I’ll claim the upper hand
In this long weary fray
Death’s Fray
Enemy troops discover.
Young soldiers find cover.
Fear of death’s fray hovers
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poetic Form: Englyn Milwr (The Soldier’s Englyn) REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://jpicforum.info/types-of-poetry/englyn-milwr-680.html
Lines: 3; Syllable count per line: 7,7,7; Rhyme pattern: A,A,A
I'm feeling so cold,
I take it in with each breath I hold.
As I sigh to exhale all this pain,
But my soul has strayed.
Now I walk alone towards brighter skies,
With just these tattoos engraved by my knife,
The same one I used to make myself bleed
Just so I could be free......
I want to change just like the wind,
Blow me in a direction away from my sins.
And I want to change with the seasons beginning with fall.
so I could leave the cold behind me and love a new warmth.