Short Frothing Poems
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tug-o-war of sand
underneath frothing footprints —
swashbuckles the sea
8/2/2021
Haiku Challenge
Regina McIntosh
Frothing and foaming delight
Out late almost every night
Amber to seasoned ale
Quick hurl in the pail
Next morning gunna need a Sprite
Summer's cool. Sea's conjuror!
The petrel's wing.
Wave, up-frothing.
Til dimly thickens, fearful
Who's pout's threat, shakes
Sky's, the spell breaks.
Stomach grawling, lusting mouth frothing above.
Much gluttonousness no matter the mood.
Gluttony Tony hungers not for love;
Though on the contrary indeed loves food.
THE EYES OF THE SUN
Clouds frothing the sky,
Soaring waves frothing life’s shores;
Sunshine mooning all:
God’s eyes reveal all to us,
Navigating life’s sojourns:-
THE SUN: GOD’S GUIDING HYDRATING EYE
Clouds frothing the sky,
Soaring waves frothing the shores;
Sunshine mooning all:
God’s stalwart navigator,
Navigating us onward:-
...There is a moment when the crystals of time dance with time
Frothing tide pools diminutive wink
Soldier helpless door closes on thin twine
Night sea ease
Night Sea
Ease
Night Sea
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Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.
The foaming, frothing wave
runs wildly onto shore,
in its never ending
struggle to be free.
but the fugitive is caught
by a mighty, unseen hand,
and pulled quickly back
into the churning sea.
Form:
Elusive moon beckons dark currents,
sand's sparkling pageantry
drifts out amidst frothing tide,
submerging lover's imprints 'neath
realms of alluring seascape illusions
summertime iced tea
coconut milk and honey
soap bubbles in air
green grass morning dew
watermelon in my mouth
frothing foam of waves
facial liquid joy
the deep golden clouds of dawn
aquarium days
Colors fading out
“Old we’re both” my garden says
Gone is October
Leaves now pallid, then calx
Leprous and frothing each day.
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My birth day falls on 30th September
Quill n hand
Ink is black
Words frothing
Lost in thought
Words breathed forth
And set free
Two souls meet
Blend as one
Passion ooze
In the night
Dim of moon
Lust or love
Writer knows
He leaves it
To our thoughts
Harbouring
relationships
upon the ocean
floor.
Beneath the frothing,
rolling waves
that pound my broken
core.
Polluted waters
sifting pain,
tear the hulls
apart.
Coursing wildly
through my veins,
leaves just a broken
heart.
cream is on the rose
pale blue skies have chiffon clouds
lemon sun, lilacs
pale buds opening
champagne sand and sea frothing
pink daisies dreaming
peach blooms in shadows
she is waking from her nap
in the heart of spring
Wind Of Chance
The billowing wind
rendered alluring melodies
luring many men
thirsty for his fate
each beholding his cup
full of frothing lager
concealing the lethal dregs
making the jolly man
a hollow being
Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.
Frothing at mouth
Distemper shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend
Slowly dies
Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!
Breaking waves
Cresting in chaos
Crashing upon the shore
Softening
Amid the frothing surf
Slowly softening
Retreating
Slipping beneath
The unseen rise
Of another
Forming wave
Destined
To redefine
The hard contours
Of resistance
Frothing, Churning
The liquid inside me
Tries to Escape
I stay closed
And toss about
My Load all the more.
The weight of the Load
Made of sodden fabrics
Is nothing compared
To my Strength
I toss about mercilessly
Soaking, Tumbling,
I am undefeated.
What Am I?
Swallowing hard the slain,
Gritting teeth like gnats;
Toss your card nonchalantly and move.
Even if your ears ring like bells;
Don’t get the hernia over it,
Frothing wont smoothen the slit.
The bait has died out;
For neon thighs come with a jaunty cough.
I dance on the backs of horses
and oil slick seagulls wheel
across the storm bled sky
for life is theirs to steal;
and the steps on frothing spines
underneath the shadowed span,
speeds tempo in a winged chase,
I am dancing as fast as I can...
Form:
WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
It fell from my hand
Into the frothing ocean
And did not churn
But went straight down
And on its way
The silly stone carried
With the weight of it
All my memories
Of you. My crushed spirit
Rose inviolate
And I came back from the drowning
Singing spring songs in autumn.
On troubled, moonless nights
Restless journeys along her shores
Foaming and frothing her warning
Her heart beating the pounding surf
Her heart beating dark and dangerous
She broods, she beckons, she calls
Calls me to her cold, deep waters
Come, come home to me if you dare…
An epitaph
A GRE
Oggie the ogre spent weeks on a GRE
He sent pirates ask mutes in the frothing sea
So while we ate dinner Oggie did see
A willowy woman sent out to sea
She asked of ripe fruit but Oggie remiss
Forgot that true sailors set sail for the lobster bisque