Short Giving Away Poems
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Aye, COVID-19 is here to stay
And we are all living day-to-day
So why must I ask
That you wear your mask?
No one wants what you're giving away!
Sally was a generous benefactress.
She spent her life giving away money like this.
She gave her wealth.
She gave herself.
Patron with attributes of wonderfulness.
Too stubborn to confess
giving away small hints
In an desperate attempt
You will notice
Day after day
Over and over
Showcasing my subtle
Vulnerabilities.
when the lights dim the doll dances
enjoying her attic cell
terrifying the humans
there are reluctant footsteps
attic light is turned on
doll is frozen in place
giving away nothing
As I travel at warp speed
Through time, it seemed
Motionless and surreal
As my molecules
Tries to catch-up
With my body
Giving away my
Sense of smell
Touch and sight
Until I explode
Gentle breeze caressing your cheek,
Cool water underneath your feet,
Surroundings filled with alluring marguerite.
Sun giving away its soft heat,
Sky acting like a sheet;
Nothing got the potential to beat,
The serene beauty of this suite.
bare granite knuckles
grip the horizon
as whispy whimpy clouds
slide over them
the knuckles are moist
from buffeting the wind
whistling wheezily
through broken skin crags
liver-spot lichens
mar the grey skin
giving away the age of it
within
planning suicide
feeling as an outcast does
giving away toys
no one suspects him
feeling of euphoria
joyful decision
funeral is sombre
signs were there but no one saw
per his careful plan
did not know they said
never suspected a thing
sorry reflection
With your smiles,
My life is full of sweetness
Blooming roses
Giving away fragrance;
With your love,
My world is happiness
Birds over rainbows
Flying with gracefulness;
With you,
My life is full of softness
Like a peaceful painter
Drawing in calmness.
The nice kid
Giving away
All the cupcakes
Wanting, but forgoing
Forsaking frosting
Himself
Giving away
Love
Silently growing
Older and angry
Waiting for it
And karma
In the outer bands
Unseen
Begging
The heavens
For the ever-elusive
Orbital return
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Form:
So will I just float around in my own head,
Searching for answers?
Eternity, the blurring line.
Im so broken you could never take me away.
Giving away to fear,
But when my time is gone,
Where will I go from there?
A lifetime of melancholy days?
Re-live the violence,
And count my sins.
Im fine in the emptiness,
So don't try and find me.
Eyes with an inch of disloyalty will not make contact with mine
Toxic glances giving away your true intentions
Unable to keep your pupils steady
With a dishonest gesture, your eyes dart downward
Eye contact eludes your corneas
The windows to the soul never lie
Little do you know, you have told me the entirety of your elaborate plan
Speak not, look guilty
You did not want to play?
into the strength,
of the other.
Wrecking the pecking order,
to become poorer,
giving away your entire height ?
I could live,
without your blasts, O sun,
but I need my moon,
for whole night.
It pervades,
the dark matter, in every pore.
Like gingko tree
I will drop all the pretentions
tonight, and become leafless.
Satish Verma
to be or not to be
a question hamlet asked..
to reveal and let others see
the pain that he masked
hamlet,how alike are you and I?
not in situation but in soul
in the end , will we both die
giving away to the deep dark hole
poisoned by the the pain so real
that touches every part
numbing us till we start not to feel
the beating in our heart
to be or not to be
to be or not to be…
Form:
Turning back
The pages of time
How the years
Have slipped away
It was like yesterday
Or maybe a whole life away
When the world
Was in its prime
Was it really that long ago
The inside not changed
But the shell unrecognizable
Giving away the years gone by
Our joy of meeting up dwindles
To a sheepish awkward pause
An almost apologetic look
For what’s become of us
AP: 3rd place 2020
I handed over many times,
I thought love was a constant sacrifice,
Until I realized one day,
That it was always just me giving away,
That even though I knew that this was part of what love is,
To see now that it's only part, and you can't be the only one who gives,
Because giving is a blessing, and you must also allow the other person to do,
The blessing is that it teaches them to learn how to love too,
A nature of true self,
Establish by own character,
Person of interest, Color and Shape.
The true self that shows
Inmost sight, foundation of
Good and moral value, giving away.
The unique genuine inward of
A person that stand in any
Angle, level being.
Bad and good confer in
Time moment scene.
The self right to stand in time,
Motives shows the real you.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
24 February 2006
2: 28 PM
When
Giving silently makes you hollow
Draining your feeling of possessions
Worrying you bit by bit of tomorrow
Of still thinking about your giving reasons
Then
You don’t wholly give, but lending for something in return
Someday, somewhere, somehow, someway
For true giving makes you fuller in many ways
Of never asking for anything, but merely giving away.
And
That's the hardest way
of disowning possessions.
Giving away a small girl child
Only eighteen months old, but then
'Twas better circumstances when
The adoption papers soon filed
The adoptive family could smile
Biological father and brothers drinking men
Giving away
A small problem, Satan beguiled
Lead them astray, but once again
God had the child in His hand, Amen!
She has love in her heart undefiled
Giving away
Rondine
Date: 10-26-2022
the speak of the ancestors
thats made with their pictographs
from a place called sacred ground
a quiet and haunting place
in a dry dusty canyon
you can hear voices chanting
accompanied by the wind
explaining cryptic symbols
that can solve the mysteries
what a man comes here to do
and that our lives we must lose
this we must give our regards
but what becomes of the love
does it really ever end
maybe love is who we are
just for the giving away
Motionless the
leopard waits
only an odd flick of
his tail
giving away where he
hides
He is watching the
small dikdik
patiently he waits
as slowly
they come closer as
they graze
Coiled up ready to
spring
with a flurry of
speed
he ambushes his prey
A squeal and the
deed done
he carries off his
dinner
taking it high up
into the tree
Stashing it between
forked branches
safe from hyenas and
lions
he eats at his
leisure
A study of soul continues;
hold back the animal,
discovering yourself in blind light.
Awaken the hungry child
of autumn
and give him the dreams of strawberries
to eat, time would drink his tears
sans lips. A second death of the
pain of separation from the footprints
of hurricane who bartered the home
for psalms;
counting your failures. Take the bowl
and go to the hills of soaring flames
and bring back the burning song.
Satish Verma
Form:
Why go thru all the
Trouble to tell them the pain
To just wind up
Feeling the same,
Nothing changed
Is this how they help you
Thru the days
They only tell u what
They think is best
They don't know what
Goes thru my head.
They say meds will make
The voices go away .
But how do they know
If they don't hear
An take the meds
there giving away?
They have no clue
What there
putting us thru .
They'll never understand
The pain ...
Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
It was a serene melting
point, when I accepted the price
of giving away. I will not
take any mantra, any hand.
A perfect blending with
unknown; to put back the
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud
will enter into a blade of grass.
No faith. No ritual. I believe
in roving dust, which makes
the stars, the blaze, and
the brilliant light.
Satish Verma