Short Harshly Poems
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The heat of the sun
bears down harshly
then a soothing breeze
will comfort overheated flesh
providng a respite of coolness
on a scorching day
Rooted in muddy stagnant waters.
Suddenly up blooms the most pure lily.
Reminder to never judge harshly.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Stop judging harshly
Wipe the "doormat" off my head
Learn to love myself.
(To achieve these goals is a process, but I am determined to get there.)
Who determines if someone is a MONSTER?
When people point, There are always fingers
pointing back,
They judge others harshly to make up for what they lack.
Your thoughts
Are like a breeze.
Gently,
Sweetly
It will breeze up you and others.
Your thoughts
Are like a storm.
Harshly,
Eerily
It will storm about you only.
Tiny sand crab hides
Burrowed deep in the beach sand.
Sometimes a sand crab
May get stepped on, they’ll remind
You harshly, watch where you step
From
lake’s front
cliff stands proud
harshly sculpted---
rough
Till
fine grains
tumble down
like pearled beadwork--
smooth
3/04/2019
Joseph May's Light Up The Page
trapping mice,
what to do,
small, alive
irritating
you want to kill them
harshly,
vigorously stomping
make them squeak no more
so they can't ****,
and ****,
and ****
in your space
Bitter silences
Biting your lip
A rage wanting to surface
Ready to erupt
Looks that judge harshly
Laced with sarcasm
Will leave no room
For explanation
Or forgiveness
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Those who dream
and value Time
live to see a Dawn.
But doomed into
the ruins of a Dinosaur
are those that forever
Dilly-Dally.
For theirs is Drowning
and Dropping
Till history judges
them Harshly.
Form:
the wind
breathes harshly
against my tired face
it tells me I'm finished but I keep going
on -- plodding, plodding
onward into its mocking belly
if you're not moving forward in life
you're moving backward
You are:
Another forgotten obituary,
I still:
Shed tears at night,
You are:
So harshly missed,
I still:
Think you are at home,
You are:
Not in Charleroi anymore,
I still:
Write you often,
You are:
Always here.
Comedic moments when some people talk harshly about things they couldn't understand
It's like trying to criticize the ground where they stand
Without understanding how it came to be
Even dirt on their faces, they could not see
Prince of piers, reader of seers
Feelings unscorced unfelt
Not a part of keen believers
Akin to a hand harshly dealt
No more sorrow within
into fire mercury melt
Drowned in unknown sin
Into gold we all shall turn
Never again to force nor burn
Guilt knaws at my stomach,
And worries my heart.
It wraps around my throat
And squeezes harshly,
Stealing the breath
Right from my lungs.
Unease settles somewhere
Deep in my core,
An aching fear of secrets
that may not make it
to the grave.
Winds sing harshly,
And nature gone extinct.
The earth has softened,
Though the sky is in a rage.
A silent echo is monstrous,
And life cringes for change.
Harsh words release a beloved temper,
While the knock sings to the lesser instinct.
Form:
We all grieve in our own little way but this was a bit unusual
Fireworks a wife put in her late husband's pockets were really beautiful
A heart-felt display
A loving gesture I'd say
Maybe reacting harshly but they had problems irrefutable
raindrops falling lightly
tapping against my windshield
raindrops falling harshly
pelting against closed house windows
raindrops playing tricks with my mind
kissing my soft skin
playing peek a boo in my hair
moistening my lips
raindrops falling, falling, stop
In a sharp world of harsh words
Tenderness has escaped it
I feel like I am surely
Very deflated
A piece of me sits aloft
With no air being left in
I’m no longer inflated
Pierced by the ice pick…
Of the harshly frozen world
Russell Sivey
Just take the first step. Walk,
Jog or crawl, but begin!
Journal pages will talk:
Joy and pain, found within.
Judge not harshly, be kind,
Join the search – you will find
Juicy wonderful life.
March 4, 2017
For contest Pleiades J
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
These eyes the world sifts harshly through,
see what I want them to believe.
***************
through life glistened eyes
glimpses of a desert road…
view from a mirage
12 Jul 2015
Everyday,
Is a struggle to maintain composure.
People who don't know me,
Judge my decisions harshly.
They listen to his stories,
And decide I am cold.
I could tell them my side,
But I just bite my tongue,
It seems as though,
I'm the only one
trying to be the bigger person.
The phone rings harshly,
I know this soul well,
What could you want now?
Doubt enters my mind,
Should I dare answer?
I don’t know you,
Not anymore,
You’ve masked yourself,
With these years gone.
Old lovers,
Torn apart,
By your greed.
I don’t
Hate you:
False.
You’re called by fragrance to get out,
to bathe beneath the flower moon;
The whisper of Summer’s a shout,
you’re called by fragrance to get out;
Stirring dreams seem to layabout
‘til coaxed harshly from their cocoon;
You’re called by fragrance to get out,
to bathe beneath the flower moon.
Shyly withholding breathtaking events
Ever so harshly realizing what it all meant
Ceasing to mention a word of my wit
Reaching out and touching my inner being of guilt
Even no spoken words, that was purely tough
Tremendous will has been morally rough
So you ask yourself...are they worth it?