Short Globules Poems
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Rolling thunderclaps;
angry gusts whip through tall trees;
ravaging the land.
icy globules beat the ground;
winter thunderstorms play rough!
Gray clouds drip and drop;
Dry earth with globules of blood.
Red hearts sing their song
To tears, wailing long;
To bells, ding and dong..
Glassy globules fall,
Slipping through sky’s cotton balls;
Giving life to all.
Dancing through the waterways;
How for granted, we take rain.
The days are water
trickling by,
dripping, dropping globules
falling from somewhere high,
past the clouds,
past the trees,
past the hands of the thirsty
trembling on their knees.
In green/blue shimmering shades
Alien squarbs have been sighted
From southern tip to northern shores
Prismatic globules lighted
Collectively in the Azores
Theresa Stephens
21st June 2014
As sun beams barged in, I saw,
Tiny drops glistening on flowers like globules
But under sun's incinerating rays, they died.
Don't forget, impermanence is life's undeniable truth.
On a fine spring morning
saw dew drops GLEAM
They shone like glass globules
Some rested COOL
on slender leaves of grass
Gems they did SEEM
But in time they vanished
pliant to RULE!
like diamante globules flickering,
glimpses reflect various moods
as irises brighten crystalline night
I become delirious in her glow
where aura of lantern- eyes.
dim street poles in shame.
Entry for Pic Motifs Contest—nette onclaud
17th Nov 2017 word count 29
RAINBOW
Raindrops sparkling amidst mild drizzling
Azure sky showing sun to peep through cumulus cloud
Intermittent showers reflecting, refracting shimmering sun rays
Nascent fluorescent afterglow.
Bright sun spectrum pasting on sky album.
On firmament seven colored arches of rainbow to design.
Wonderful dispersion of sun rays through rain globules.
06/16/20
' Non-Human' Poetry Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
I watch it fall
glistening, bulbous and ferociously small.
I feel it speak of unspeakable reasons for its birth.
Globules of salt in its wound
seeking a sanctuary
a restful place.
I feel it fall
on a soft pillow
of the flesh of my face
battered
and so warm
so used
abused
and yet it has a place there
of a family gone before
dried remnants of previous experience.
I fall
into the clutches
and catch them all
silently as I hold them
gather them.
Safe in the familiarity.
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