Short Hard To Tell Poems
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A man is in the deep well,
feeling hopeless and alone;
His state is so hard to tell,
having days dark and unknown.
Form: Tanaga
Stability In New Beginning
Often it may be hard to tell,
If time and space are parallel;
When same direction spinning,
Stability was in new beginning.
Jim Horn
There is right and there is wrong
There is the fool and there is the king
But often times it's hard to tell
Which is which
Because both wear a crown
And both declare preposterous things
its hard to tell
all don't smell
all don't look a mess
theyer well dress
if you must
please don't trust
you never know
take it slow
before they confess
no doudt fine out
WHO HOMLESS
Forgetting Is Upsetting
Will be inspired when I am remembering,
And forever lost if I have been forgetting,
But is hard to tell;
How to break spell;
Which is disturbing and always upsetting.
Jim Horn
If I may now express it well,
What's cradled by my mind.
The future for me hard to tell;
Should memory fade or die?
I want that special someone,
A woman for my heart.
I pray that you may come,
So love should impart.
Two sparrows are mating in our backyard tree
Thought they were boy and girl, 'twas hard to see
One was dressed like a swan
T'other wore a sequinned gown
But these days it's hard to tell if it's a he or a she
its hard to tell
who is in that sell
the way the world goes
and the stroy told
relation now is mix
so the race is fixs
mabe theyer light
no white
or just a let crack
and stack
with this corlor or rights
WHO IS BLACK OR WHITE
There once was a man right at dawn
That took a long whiz on the lawn
Hairy whizzed on the top
Didn't know when he'd stop
Hard to tell who would start to fawn
Just trying to get Hairy to go outside for his business>>>>LOL
"You said you'll always be there for me
But It Feels like you're loving me from a distance.
The way my life's been going makes me question your existence
Are you doing this because you love me or hate me?
Because it's kinda hard to tell the difference"
The numbers are slowly trickling in
And sadly they are not looking good
It is hard to tell at this point
If it was you
Or if it is them
But your message simply did not get through
And as they say
The numbers do not lie
You are not our guy
Or so the story goes
She was a willowy creature,
lithe and svelte.
Her fangs were deep set
and hardly showed
but once in a blue moon.
Her beauty was un-stunning,
though acceptable
in the glare of the stage lights.
A model she was,
but of just what
it was hard to tell.
WHAT NOISE THIS
hard to tell just when
one is suddenly aware –
electricity? –
no! i lay in bed listening
with my window wide open
early September
it’s been quiet all summer
not too hot, too chill
a cool breeze once in a while
with cricket’s ceaseless chirping
Love is so elusive
Hard to tell, easy come
And easy go, blue streak
I am a boor, but I see and hear a lot
You have to answer for your action
After tomorrow you are not single anymore
It's your business whether
You are happy or not
You can't blame someone else.
When The Mind Goes
It is sad when a mind goes
Trying to remember what has been forgotten
Are the memories real?
Are they something the mind has created?
Those people I should know
The things we may have done
It is so hard to tell what is real
It is sad when a mind goes
year after year
of stress
of violence
what a mess
folks yearn for a time gone by
of elegance and grace
of courtesy and gallantry
when manners had their place
it may be hard to tell
just what is going on
but things do seem the darkest
before the rosy dawn
What do I see when I look in your eyes?
It's hard to tell
I think it's sincere
but then something changes
I wish I could understand
You give me this surround happiness
that could last for a life time
There's just something missing
Why can't I see
Please let me inside
To Hell In A Gurny
We had been going on a long journey;
After a while we saw another attorney;
Same old song;
Done no wrong;
Was being wheeled to hell in a gurney.
Jim Horn
It must be hard to tell a lie with your
teeth closed. Wonder if he ever bites
his tongue.
Glad I was not there;
What is it that caused the crash?
Maybe the weather.
What if we waited;
At once obliterated;
Now no longer here.
Sad it had happened;
Will I ever fly again?
Is to hard to tell.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
After German Plane accident.
Butter me up
Polish my apple
Reverends praise me
from the chapel
I like 'em flunky
obsequious too
Fawning all over me
credit where due
How long will this last
It's quite hard to tell
So, here's to you bootlickers
~ I'll see you in hell
What are you, awoman or a man.
Some are obvious;some are hard to tell.
Why do you dress like that,if you are not in jail.
Hair is purple,Jacket is funny.
Pants are tight,but you have no fanny.
Are you a man or a woman hard to tell.
why do you dress like that,if you are not in Hades.
What are you,a woman or man.
some are obvious;
Some are hard to tell.
Why do you dress like that,
if you are not in jail.
Hair is purple,jacket is funny.
Pant are tight,but you have no fanny.
Are you a man or woman hard to tell.
Why do you dress like that,if you are not in H.
Ell.
What do I see when I look in your eyes?
It's hard to tell as you hide
It think it's true
but then something changes in you
I wish I was on your side
I feel this bind
that continues through
there's just something missing between me and you
Why can't I see behind
behind those eyes
please let me inside
The last time someone dropped into our pool,
it broke our concentration for crock school.
I didn’t join the food frenzy,
prefer Scots called Mackenzie.
So take this one mates, silk chutes bind my stool!
* For the “To Die for Limerick” contest. Hard to tell crock or gator from this magnification.
They struggle to the waves
on floppy leather wings.
So very many are picked,
then tossed up and back
on a sheer-beaked razor edge
into a gull’s throat.
Did one escape in the frenzy?
Hard to tell
if one soft shell made it
to the ocean or not.
The caught keep swimming,
plunging on down the gullets.