Short Fumes Poems
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The paneled green door
opens to a sea of blooms-
purple passion fumes
A garden door to still bliss
at the edge of wilderness.
I thought she was the light in a dark room.
She had me circling the bright fumes
but I did not know.
She was the dark room.
Latterly skies blazed
after gold riches were lost
mourned by seas of blooms
exuding heady perfumes
Scarlet sun has gone down slow
He gave her roses as a gift
She fainted after one sniff
It held toxic fumes
Smell like lots of perfumes
That turned her slim body stiff
Your fart is filled with toxic fumes
that nobody can stand,
If there's to be a fart got talent,
I'm sure yours will be grand.
06/01/17
Pen in hand, Gershon watched the news
As Milton expounded his views
It seemed like a trend
'til Terry broke wind
And Tom followed fumes to the booze
Boiled eggs colored in yellow
Or orange dipped low
Soaked in vinegar or sauce
Flour added, not paused.
Served so hot, it fumes.
Delicious
Woooooooo!
Grey faces
Concrete
Diets high in fat
Fumes
Pollution
Days that turn to night
Red eyes
Indifference
Longing for cheap pleasures
Slavery in America is different
Lovers huddle close.
Rain smacks the dusty pavement.
Commuters bustle,
Seeking refuge in doorways.
Diesel fumes, cigarette smoke,
Intoxicate the bus queue.
car fumes went upward
into the air
growing a new tree
A protective ring appeared
an environmental exhaust system revamped
by two twelve-year-old scientists
You can always tell a British ghost
Because they all lived on beans and toast
No chill in the air
Could ever compare
With tell-tail fumes that float to the coast!
As I smoke the living dead, I inhale my mind
and produce dreams as if the devils thoughts
were convulsing in bliss. They become reality and dance
around me as pagan rituals.
The lawn awaits the mower’s blade
The blade of dullest steel is made
The smoke of petrol fumes abound
As the mower is pushed around
The grass beard trimmed of morning shade
The world's blue,
The seas and the skies,
The mountains and the flowers,
The fumes and the lights,
And the lover in our hearts dive deep,
Towards the waterbed of blue love.
Refusing to speak my mind
Its never quiet inside my head
Trash piled on trash on trash upon trash
And then you burn it all
And breathe the fumes
It turned my skin inside out
On what do we run in this silly rat race?
Oils we suck and pills for our face.
Fossils for fumes and poisons for potions,
We brew for our brains, which we spill in the oceans.
A mind confined to a screen
running on fumes and caffeine
Sight, smells, sounds, sterile become
old age, like unto death, her victims numb
Alcohol, Alcohol
Is a dangerous drink
Drunk and incoherent
Staggering and confuse
Vibratious smells and fumes
Instantaneity
Causes an addiction
That takes control
JANUARY 11, 2021
trash dump filled
little green sprouts from moisture
dies from fumes
trash emptied
fresh grass sprouts beautifully
something seen
a small can
glistening atop the grass
never dies
4-29-13
drunken toad by mistake proposed to a log,
he was intoxicated by fumes from the bog,
the log was quiet and remained unmoved,
“sorry, I apologise, If you think I am rude!”
we're not ready for this world
we're so out of touch with God's plans
people are suffering,
killing each other and themselves
this worlds running on fumes
and the laws of one man,
but it isn't God
Burning passion
Passion in heart burns,
Throe follows the last supper,
Invisible fumes !
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written September 22nd, 2014
For contest 'Creative haiku' by Charlotte Puddifoo
Reading the pointing map
Oozing sweet fumes
Amazing natural landscape
Driving on oil and gas.
Trails of accidents
Rims here and there.
Inscriptions old and new
'Pure Town' is just few metres..
A high-born poem in a kitchen creeps as fumes
Through the chimney with a true tale of its creator,
Who softly sobs, sighs or bemoans; in air it blooms
With metaphor petals and sound fragrance, greater.
One thing that I wish I could change.... everything
That reminds myself of an arsonist,
Same fumes which were poisonous, spread like a fire
Scorch the leaves, making it bitter from its dry and heaving roots