Short Has No Place Poems
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In that lonely, quiet hour,
Alone with just your soul;
Guile has no place, nor power,
And pretence, none at all!
~Mel
I stand in the afternoon sun
my shadow stands besides me
and soaks up the rays
he has no place to go
other then to follow me
it was the frist winter snow
it was a no show
was quick
didn't stick
the wind didn't blow
we still has no place to go
in this
WET SNOW
The lonley man knows no clothes
For he has no places he goes
Not a hat for a head
Nor pyjamas for bed
The lonely man has no place to call home
There once was a lady sublime
Who complained for sex had no time.
Considering my bent, she was not heaven-sent.
And her name has no place in this rhyme.
I could lay forever in your arms
Listening to the rain fall
Time has no place
When magic is present
Form:
pride will not let go
'til our selfishness we know,
on pendulums we swing
as emotions sing,
reason has no place
'til faith we will unlace
and humility let flow
don't act like you know me
you're not like me
i got to go
you're lost
Ugly has no place in my world
TRUST
Tenaciously clinging to hope
Resting assured
Unwavering
Surrendered to His will
Timeless endurance
Worry
has no place here
On the bridge
between
Prayer and desire…
mja
My soul is soaring, my heart is overflowing and my spirit
has joined with yours...oh divine love
The mental has no place here, for as soon as we rationalize,
the heart, the soul and the spirit
will cease to exist in oneness...
Form:
why humanity
has no place in the hearts of
many world leaders?
as the government
of USA, UK & France are behind
Rwanda to kill folks
in DRCongo daily.
Yoh ! stealing some mineral
resources for them.
international
community remains calm
yoh! this world is hell.
Passions flow until the night
Discarded seasons turmoil causes strife
Barely behaving temperatures low
The darkness has no place to go
Then comes the light shining bright
The light so shine this night
10/19/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Wintry Sunday spent in bed,
rather than take Christmas lights down instead,
I'm right here, where I'm meant to be,
with you, this crossword, my next cup of tea,
a world turned cold, is left on hold,
it's futures untold, as yet to unfold,
January has no place to go,
but just listens to, the silence of snow.
True friends, a sheltering tree,
Bringing out the best in us.
Trust and love so mutual,
Envy has no place here at all.
In good times and bad,
They stay with us, no matter the odds.
No matter what the world does,
Our true friends remain in love.
Upholding us even in defeat,
That is why they are called best friends.
Who owns the child?
the one who has no place.
Is it The One Track Minds?
Who only listen the themselves?
Is it the recovering addict?
Who caused all the pain?
Is it the uncaring trier?
Who knows not a thing?
Is it the Loving Light?
Who gave all he had?
Or.
Is it the trapped memories
Torturing her inside?
May he swing
In his rope,
that he placed on America
As America steeds away, as his horse sends him hanging in the wind
Let the rot of his stench send a message to all those
Democracy will always prevail over fascism
Your gop has no place in our country
A perfect man has no place
In this fallen abandoned race
For what is perfection in itself
The pride of the godly and a deception of self
The virtuous speak of values and takes others to task
But who will tell what goes on behind that lovely painted mask
Sham! All is sham! Give me a human as human as he can be
To show you truth in all its simplicity.
ST. Paddy Day today. I'm wearing my green, and I celebrate with my 100th poem posted
since coming here before Xmas! and I will probably lay off the limericks now until next year!
With hair much too short, one vain poet
took magic beans so she could grow it.
Like Jack's giant bean stalk
quickly grew each gold lock!
Now her hair has no place she can stow it!
There is a man on the moon,
He watches us each night
he cares for our adventures
And even shares his light.
He's up there always listening,
He has no place to go
braving all the weather
as he shines his warmth and glow.
Thank you, unknown stranger,
whomever you may be
for sharing your gift of light
with my friends and me.
His life does not progress; it drags.
The few possessions he has are in plastic bags.
He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats.
He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets.
Nobody he knows is willing to give him a new start.
Life is not living when it is out of a shopping cart.
inspired by another member's poem
This brewing hatred has no place
In this beautiful creation
Where all of us are equal
Everyone is given free will
Which means we can choose
To respect and offer good things
Without excuses in this choice
No matter what less we may have
In spirit we are born to love
Even with all differences
Hatred leaves when we shut the door
With strict refusal to enter
Heidi Sands
8/24/20
A-Attacking others for their point of view!
B-Belittling them, as of no value.
C-Conservatives are not Nazis,and never were.
D-Democrats are deserving of our respect.
E- Equity was created by God, not man!
F- Fury has no place in human relations
G-God watches us, and is our only leader.
H-Have space and be amicable to one another.
11/19/2022
Your hate is boiling up inside
it has no place to run or hide
Your heart is breaking clean in two
there's nothing you can do
Your soul has become a lake of fire
to hurt someone your greatest desire
You want someone to feel your pain
that is almost driving you insane
You look up so silently
into the eyes of your enemy
But instead of ugly mocking glares
you see your soul reflected there
Form:
Standing on a street corner
With a tear stained face,
Aching in his heart
For a friendly embrace.
Dressed in filthy rags
Looking rather forlorn,
The poor little child
Wished he'd never been born.
His belly was bloated
From being totally unfed,
The small curly headed urchin
Has no place to lay his head.
Does no one really care
To take on a parental role,
And give love and protection
For this poor suffering soul?
Emotion has no place in the operating room, emotion cost lives.
Every time emotion comes into play, patients needlessly die.
In the operating room I am an emotionless machine.
I have a success rate that no neurosurgeon has ever seen,
and when I return home, I continue to be,
this total void of emotion human being.
I am a functioning psychopath,
pushed by my environment towards a direction of a positive path.