Short Gather Up Poems

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Premium Member Faerie Folk Went into Hiding

Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves
A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea
The faerie folk went into hiding
When they saw army of sea cupids


Given Up All Hope

Given Up All Hope

Of things, Trump never understood the scope,
While women, he would gather up and grope;
Always mumbling;
An idiot bumbling,
And on him we definitely did give up all hope.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Surprise

Building castles on a sandy beach I left to gather up more sand But, in one castle, a shock Ran through my wind-blown locks Castle, occupied Sand crab resides Pinched finger Band-aid Time.
Form: Nonet

My Thoughts and Memories of Yesterday

As dawn meets a new day 
I stretch and raise
When I reach for my
Thoughts of yesterday 
As I gather up my memories, 
Before they get away
We should all be thankful
For all the good things 
That has come our way
Today and....... ALWAYS
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Happening 74 Ear Candy

hark
     arise
gather up
      your
      thoughts,
spread out
      your
          wings
and fly:
the 
world
         is
         your
         oyster
Let nothing
hold
       you back

inspired by Strauss Sunrise op 30 clip
Form: Verse


Ghosts

Gates open, lift the veil.
Grey: the space between us.
Gentle is your presence.
Glassy, your reflection.
Gather up, beside me.
Guide me with subtle signs.
Guarding me on my path.

*'Ghouls and Ghosts' Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Joseph May
*Entered on: 9/25/25
© Talia Hill  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member O' Come Gathered Heart and Love Me Now-

Come gather heart sing a song so vibrantly whispers sharp voices in soul harmonies ~ Reach out and touch embracing loves choice gather up life's due rewards love me once have and hold
1/19/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022 ©

Premium Member Can'T Wait Fishing Bait

CAN'T WAIT  FISHING BAIT by James Edward Lee Sr.



   I would go into the garage and…
   Gather up all my fishing stuff.
   Soon as I’m done head to car.
   Put key in ignition.
   On my way to lake
   All ready now.
   Wait a sec.
   Forgot
   BAIT


11/25/17
Form: Nonet

What I Can Do, What I Can'T Do

i can gaze
at the moon,
but i can't
touch her

i can
gather up
flowers,
i can't 
be a flower,

i can
listen
to birds
sing,
i can't
sing
like they do,

i can
hold leaves
in my hand,
i can't become
a tree,

i can
taste
raindrops,
i can't
be the cloud.

October Evening

October evening, gold and gray
Storm clouds gather up above
Winds will whisper, trees will sway
With barn owls and with mourning doves

October evening, gray and gold
Soon the lantern shall be lit
And hoards of specters, young and old
Like moths, will all be drawn to it.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rooting For 8 To 5

ROOTS

They came seeking a future not their own
carrying naught but memories too soon to fade
into the substance of a union of hearts.
In leaving left the spitting image of themselves
to gather up their memories lest they fade.

1/3/2017

submitted to – ROOTING FOR 8 TO 5 – Poetry Contest

Premium Member The Pod

Fingering verse until it bleeds
until it turned us cold and silent
lays rust over the soul
for ornament is a parasite to the senses.

We must slit our wrists, shatter the shell
'Gather up our breath from the lung of hell
Slash every gilded facade
drink the salty ocean
like the rest of the pod.

Last Long Love

As long As you love me 
I'll stay by your side 
I'll be your companion 
your friend and your guide

As long as you love me 
As long as you care 
I'll do anything for you 
I'll go anywhere with you

I'll bring you the sunshine 
I'll comfort your tears
I'll gather up rainbows 
to chase all your tears.
© Rosario Dl  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Inspire

Take a quick moment to sneak a peak into me
Into my pain, but only gather up the pieces of me, which do not desire to cause you this same rain.

I am purposely here. You are to, don’t be drowned out by the sorrows left in you!

Get up! The fight is isn’t OVER, and you can’t win a battle, wishing on a four leaved clover!
Form:

The Option

When life brings us what it brings us

We must never ignore the option of UP

Look up

Get up

Stand up

Sit up

Climb up

Lift up

Firm up

Rise up

Step up

Rouse up

Stir up

Move up

Scale up

Gather up

Regardless of what life brings us

Recovery follows when we explore the option of UP
© Mary Scott  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Leave It

Why does my Pa always insist that I help gather up thousands of fallen leaves when many tree branches are still covered, we will repeat it next week... I hate fall! Double Tetractys 8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper Checked with how many syllables Image chosen Number 3 08/ 22/21
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member Day's Sealed

~ Day's sealed ~

The sun's made its turn
   Farmer's chores almost done
It's afternoon's downside
   Kick back, stretch and yawn  

Afternoon heat shimmers
   over cornstalks and hay
Nearing the end 
   of another workday

Gather up some stray eggs
   Feed the cows one last meal
The shadows now long
   Come sunset ~ day's sealed
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Graveyard of the Leaves

Beneath each slender limb and bough
Are beds of russet silken cloths
Discarded leaflets from their home
Like orphans left to die alone

As rumors spread by autumn wind
She'll gather up each orphan, gold
No headstone for the bold and rust
Cold ash to ash... will turn to dust

_________________________
Contest: #213 Sponsored by Brian Strand

I'Ve Been Gone

I’ve been gone to long my children.
I am coming back to gather up my people, this world has not changed. I see how much of me is gone, 
It breaks my heart  to see. But I’m coming back with vengeance every rock will cry out.
Where will your heart be? The devil is winning to many 
souls. I have been gone to long I’m coming back to take my 
faithful home
Form:

Premium Member To Be a Scythe

On the days the wind does blow life gets caught up in how things should go and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow but what of those who never know and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow and the scythes will never come home and all hope of good harvest is then forever gone

Eventful Day of Satisfaction

S-atisfaction fills the day, 
A-s the sun shines in the sky; 
R-aindrops shall never fall
A-s clouds don't gather up
H-igh.

J-ubilation brings brightness, 
A-ugust thirtieth early morn; 
N-ight shadows disappear, 
E-cstasy won't get worn.

R-apture and pure pleasure
E-levate the joy of occasion; 
Y-our birth causes gladness, 
E-ventful day of
S-atisfaction.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Passions United- -

Passions unite;
My heart witness;
Minds loses sight;
Kisses of spiritual  bliss;

O' Lord God gather up your people:
Father surround the temple;
My eyes whispers,
those sonnets playing;
As my feet dances to abundance  street serenede

My heart witness;
Mind still loses sight;
Kisses of spiritual bliss;
Passions united.. 

10/14/19
James Edward Lee Sr  2019
Form: Rhyme

As Long As You Love Me

As Long as you love me
I Will stay by your side
I'll be your companion
Your friend and your guide

As Long as you love me
As Long as you care
I'll do anything for you
I'll go anywhere 

I'll bring you the sunshine
I'll comfort your fears 
I'll gather up rainbows 
To chase all your tears

As Long as forever
My Love will be true
For as long as you love me
I'll only love you.
© Jacob Noll  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My World

My world is getting smaller
as age draws distance in.
And yet its orbit grows larger 
as it extends outwards
to gather up all the ordinary 
and familiar things to flare 
and shine bright
in the heavens of the mind,
swirling in an endless arc
just above my chair. 
I reach up
and plunge my hand
deep into the light
to see what I can bring 
back stuck in the wrinkles 
of my skin.

When I Was Crazy

When I was crazy,

Everyone was bubbles.

And they never popped.

And they never shrunk to nothingness.

Everything was about to repair itself naturally.

When I was crazy,

I would gather up my family and friends.

I would talk and forget, talk and forget.

Then explain with a jolt.

My words would bubble and burble like from a fish’s mouth.

When I was crazy…

Everyone loved me.

When I was crazy.

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