Short Fruitless Poems
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Passing by a fruitless grave
Made me stare dispassionately
Atthe lives that were lost in waves
And tossed into battle so dispassionately
Form:
A Thanksgiving turkey fowl
Pentecost pancakes
Harvest jacket potatoes
A Holiday sundae
Fruitless Christmas cake
Easter egg
Praise!
Hopeful hearts beating so so fast
For it's time for verdict to cast
It's time to whip the fruitless ass
In hole of needle, it will pass
His life wasted in fruitless search for happiness for love was blindfolded by ego's quest!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 June 2017
Regrets
a stressful moment to recall
events
of poor decisiveness
bad choice
gainless
fruitless
bad and sad.
Regrets.
Drencho POET Loads.
childhood,
adulthood,
struggle to survive
success - failure seem fruitless
to face predetermined death leaving no trace.
bees buzz aimlessly
pollination is fruitless
human race condemned
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Crows' feast
a good job, farmer
he prepares dinner for us
let's toast and eat it up!
Farmer's moan
they appear from nowhere
steal my seed mercilessly
fruitless my labour
verdant
covenants
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on fruitless v i n e s ~
taste of ashen blight
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
Empty Mothers
For every lonely child
lost to love,
an empty mother rues
her fruitless days
Empty mothers
cry in the sun.
Lonely children
long to dance.
Kathryn McL. Collins
©2003
You make this quest
This mission to muddle fruitless words together
This question that riddles my soul
Meaningless
© Samir Georges
2010
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SUSAN (A name poem)
Susan seldom sulked
Unless she felt mistreated
She dreamt-- elusive adoration
At times her quest seemed fruitless
Never truly disembarked
Copyright© April 2013—Kim van
Some people have lots to say about nothing
Obsessed, blurting stuff that really needs flushing
Not worth the effort
Planning's quite fruitless
Unless a gorgeous filly starts you a-blushing
retched, a stomach twisting curdle
sour, the bile that rises from malcontent
tearful, yet, tears are futile, a waste of water
understanding seems never to come or come too late
all one can do is suck it up and try to love again
Your leaves are fruitless
I hold the root
Your efforts, useless
I taste the fruit
Your bulb is dim
I know the source
Your fish won’t swim
Without your force
I pass as mute
To save your face
This whole dispute
A sad disgrace
Baby I can’t forget your face
Baby I can’t forget your grace.
Baby I can’t forget your smiles
I can’t forget your sexy styles.
Baby I can’t forget your eyes
I can’t forget our fruitless tries.
Baby it’s just cause and effect
We are like iron and magnet.
Allah deserves their prayer
And whom they pray to besides Allah
Give them no answer.
They are like the one who stretches forth
Two hands towards water
Thinking it may reach the mouth
But it’s a mere madness
And prayer of the unbelievers is fruitless.
It's best not to leave this old fellow unsupervised
Not responsible for his actions, could be extremely unwise
No telling where it might lead
Check the sofa, might've peed
This old fart can no longer be helped it's really fruitless to try
Those who desire the worldly life and its prettiness
We fully give them reward herein and no less
There will be nothing for them hereafter but the Fire
Fruitless will be the designs they frame here
And their good deeds will be then of no effect whatsoever.
You were like a queen
Of a fairy tale
Looking for a king
To love and feel well
I was a poor guy
But fell in love with you
I waited for you
To come and love me too
I killed my precious time
Dreaming fruitless dream
Now I repent for that
Devastating whim
Death life’s’ adversary
Cruel selfless all about me
Discriminate no bounds
Grim reaper swallows
Another soul washed away
A child is born
Life is carried on
Love and empathy
A sad lover’s song
Dark closes in on
My hapless heart
An empty end
A fruitless start
Death life’s’ adversary
Cruel selfless all about me
Discriminate no bounds
Grim reaper swallows
Another soul washed away
A child is born
Life is carried on
Love and empathy
A sad lover’s song
Dark closes in on
My hapless heart
An empty end
A fruitless start
Colossus
We are what we’re conceived,
with pleasures and dislikes
we individually perceive.
I cannot move a mountain,
and I cannot explain a tear,
but if you move that mountain,
you will see that tear.
Such a gigantic endeavour,
what a fruitless achievement.
Kiss me blind
beaneath the paint chips
fall from your lips
Paste me upon
the moments that breathe
between your breasts
Fold me underneath
your purple clothes
that drip within my thoughts
Send me more
of your fruitless punch
that drinks me drunk