Short Giveaway Poems
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Saddest to say hearts giveaway to bleeding desires pumping emotions. just feelings~
6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
arctic giveaway
the shelf has been cleared~
sold or not
*The Milne Ice Shelf, Canada’s last intact ice shelf,
has collapsed.
Truth be told, there is
no Free outside of
Freedom: All else
are compounds, or
Artificial Contructs –
The only Freedom
in government, is that
which we agree to
giveaway....
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus an Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus an Poe giveaway
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
Strong willed you may say as he goes on his way.
his thinning hair a dead giveaway,
Each dawn a new day to endure, yet so unsure.
absent friends to remember, this cold November.
Lonely tired yet still he smiled.
Lets hold our bikinis
—a feast for the eyes, gym
when the monkeys giveaway
its farmland to draw nectars.
sweetness don't pretend—
I come to steal
an ecstasy,
to gamble like candles
in a terrible dark house.
J
O
to touch the stars
to hold
inside this
tiny
embryo fist
one glimmer of Eternity
O
to remember
Who I Am
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Mark's response:
"I've seen drooling women
before. Ben! You want pulled pork
for dinner?"
"Mark!" You don't know
anything."
How do you know
she's a druid?
She is out for a run
with a fistful
of leaves and branches.
Dead giveaway.
Another day another dollar I pray.
Blow the dollars and you will pay.
Count your pennies or do a giveaway.
Dollars could be at bay.
E-banks were all the trend until they went away.
Funny money no more payday.
Gosh what more can I say.
Date Written: 5/6/2020
ABC Rhyme
I admire you being fareway
Sounds silly simply, to be honest.
Nothing just wishes like old time giveaway.
Just to be free birds to build a nest.
You bare me for being young
Things that tangle, to be naughty.
Anything makes me to be hung
In your mind thinking it lately.
reveal
expressive, giveaway
disclosing, confessing, publishing
announcement, exposure, camouflage, suppress
masking, obscuring, shrouding
cloaked, hidden
conceal
Date created: 06/13/2021
I look through these trinkets
You've collected since birth
I'm left here to wonder
Do they have any worth
People didn't matter
For them you had no use
It was things you cared for
people you gave abuse
Your life partially lived
Didn't end soon enough
You created pain
In the pursuit of stuff
Dead as a doornail
your things left behind
Given away to others
Now in death you are kind
I have no beef with Halloween per se
Tho' 'tis like a vast guv-mint giveaway
'Tis a scheme to spread the wealth
As kids shake me down with stealth
I aim to keep socialism at bay
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in John Freeman's "Halloween Limerick" Contest - November 2010
I had an idea for a poem
To let my mind simply roam
But it’s not really my cup of tea
And why on earth is it rhyming
I really want to make pancakes
But it’s too early yet too late
And my thighs are a giveaway
For late night snacks of past days
My poem cemetery isn’t too full
I should add this it is bull
But I’m bored and so it stays
My next poem will hopefully be great
I am one of those in a world that stopped
whether it was for seconds, fractions or millennia
but the engine of time broke down mid action
mid conversation, mid thought
and for a beautiful period we were all framed
in a snapshot that may have lasted eons
and some called it enlightenment
and when the buffering released us
all was as it was
and some claimed epiphanies
the only giveaway, a distant house alarm
I seldom take a book with me
more reading entertainment
watching others turn their
pages, body-language a literary
giveaway
the positioning of their heads
how torsos are tilted right or
left, perhaps Representative of
one's politics – foreign occupation
by written words
of another
one can't tell a book by its cover
but a whole lot revealed by the
measure of pages read...lack of
conversation
and how eyes
avert....
Clouds in the sky reveal their intention
Their color is always a dead giveaway,
There is no known effective intervention.
You know what’s coming if they are gray,
Gathered in a group for a sky convention.
If they are white and fluffy like cotton
We do not give them a second thought
They’ll soon pass over, entirely forgotten
If a pleasant east wind they have caught
I’ve thought, for a cloud, this is so rotten.
Written October 18, 2022