Short Froths Poems

The blood boils and froths 
Vapour sears; scarred and worn
Shame left, pain chronic...

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giant waves crashing 
sea foam froths like bubble bath 
I lick salty lips 

01/13/21...

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leviathan sleeps —
tosses and turns sea cauldron
white foam froths in deep

who dares awaken this beast
whose halitosis breath seethes?

2/6/2017

JOB 41...

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a mist 
        of daydreams
strands 
          of innocence
patterns
           of wonder
froths 
      of honeyed song
bubble moments
to
    sweeten the heart...

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My bones take the shape of guitar strings
a genesis froths a sequence of irrevocable refrains
Like eradicated jars along the brink of some nameless beach
It matters not a damn to sulk in sour memories
When all they are adept of doing evolve into forthcoming tribulations
resulting in yearly scars as well as the razing ‘tis lifeless amour...

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Arctic bubbles caressing dusk,

evanescent froths  gather hearts

illuminating jeweled kisses; lovers

making nudges of pleasure quietly…

razzle-dazzle! Snowdrops twinkle upon

vibrant winter  xeroxing youthful zings!



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Yasmin Khan’s  Snow ABC Contest
by nette onclaud...

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Pursue prompt prime
Clear crazy chimes


Loss leaving lines
Frozen feels fine


Mind moves matter
Fuzz froths flatter


Pique pickled plot
Sweet sour signs slot


Lofty loose lute
Force feed fine flute


Muse musters more
Grace grieves galore


Being brings boom
Grab gracious gloom




Leon Enriquez
20 March 2015
Singapore...

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The cold coastal wave,
breaks and froths a watery stave,
and listens,
                  as the North Shore echoes its tide; 

Here the trees combine with land and gold, 
and write with the rocks in runes- 
Of everlasting beauty,
a world within a world, 
where solitude is not
the echo of death,
                             but a reflection of the past....

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VICTOR HAILS FROM MALTA

I picture you on your island of Malta,
fine treasures you mete with nature
and lovelorn memories. My mind’s eye
froths with imageries and portraitures.

You stir the sea of Poetry Soup’s lot,
ladle out friendship and kind words.
Halfway around the world, the sun
And moon shine with blessings stirred.

12/11/2019
Tribute to Victor Buhagiar...

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The rolling sky self-reflecting as it froths above God
Whispering lacey silhouettes as it curdles in my mouth
The baptismal rain sanctifies itself endlessly


My imperial Eden and unannounced abomination
Severe with conviction; let my body weather here as marble death
My deepest river, you swarm my blood as butterflies clotting me with unashamed resolution


I remain as ever, unchanging....

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staring back
seemingly motionless
in her thunder she froths at the mouth 

whips away
at the serene background
exposes her dominant nature

the tears flow
against a cheek bone hard
that slowly erodes its stoic mask

leaves its mark
a vividly engraved 
memory of many summers past



Maurice Yvonne
27~10~2014
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE...

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embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace

a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son learned how to erect
shadows still lurk -odorous

I felt soft sea froths salty
mammary pain oozing silk
oysters and lemons, orange
saffron, blue vain of throb

there I lay my child sinks
night chilly never had winks...

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Soap bubbles float through August
 breeze 
as children sneak in hushed delight, where fables reel 'neath maple trees
to glide away like jewels bright.

Now listen...elves and wizards hop
their peek-a-boos enhancing games
in dreamy land where stars eavesdrop; 
  creating tricks with playful names.

Here, fancy of new summer rings
when kiddies dance, "let bubbles flow", 
while clear froths pop through dusk which 
 sings 
before day ends their treat, aglow!...

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Along the winding skyline, a parade
Of bird-tails on flight with puffed caress
Like giant pearls woven by moonshine’s braids
A hammock of foams swerving on crowned dress
To pass unto hillsides so wholly blessed

And fluid my breath I marvel the view 
Reflecting peace, clouds transparent drift
Oh,wonder of shifting faces imbue
Such tranquil gait that cruises and uplifts
Lightening my woe as hushed froths pour mist.


Clouds Contest of Barbara Gorelick...

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In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst
 of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped 
like a hundred cider vines...

How orange are her nights.

This hue burnt by sways 
of corrugated leaves ; a crown 
adorned with pearlized sequins
turning tangerine in kaleidoscopic 
swirls  of atumnal hues, this drift of 
charmed elegance only fall can muster.


Seasonal Bliss Contest, Regina Riddle...

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Catch the waves
Before they go
Catch the waves
Gentle, quiet.

Catch them quick
Dabble, ripple in them
And set asail –
On your journey afresh

Before they rage
In mountainous forms
Of dark fury
And fiery froths –

Before they rock the
Ship asunder –
Devouring, consuming
In their haunting forms –

Shattering great castles
Of dreaming sands –
Crashing the Titanic
Into those calm, fallen dreams –

Go catch the waves
Gentle, quiet
Catch them, now
Before they go....

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