Short Heavier Poems

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Premium Member Shooting Range Truth Estrange

On  life's blaming ranges, of word exchanges 
One view I have, let in be known.'
That the guiltiest; throw the heavier stones.'
Form: Rhyme


Ghosts

Creaking,
My heart is pounding,
Breathing getting heavier,
Dark,
Closest,
Closed,
Dark,
Open,
Dark,
Scary,
No sleep,
Afraid.
Form:

SANTOS DUMONT


       
Santos Dumont so much invested
In his life, he many things invented 
  he  even flew heavier than the air
being father of aviation could never dare
Form: Clerihew

Tear Untitled

When the heart is full of the universe
And become eye waterfall doesn ^ t stay
And tear place like a river
They are heavier afternoon
Do not know why down
Nor to descend

Shhhhhhhh

That name carries weight Its heavier than the mountains yet i keep it here In this heart of mine so don't just shout it SHhhhhhh The name is Jesus


Just August

weather in motions,
temptation calls from past flames.
heavier are hearts,
terribly torn from past pain ~
oh, teach us resilience. 

07 August 2022
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Form: Tanka

Dog Day Afternoon

I start in the morning
With a spring in my step
Like an excited puppy
Full of vigour and pep
But at the end of the day
I walk with a heavier step
And feel less like a puppy
And more like “old shep”
Form:

Premium Member Humanity

Humanity hungers Hope seems to be lost today Homelessness a problem. Heaven's door far away Heavier the heart lost Happiness floats or flees Heir of all things arms wait
Form: Pleiades

Life Is

Life does get heavy to bare at times, but that’s how it is You do not give up, you carry on and on You may cry it all too you know, because it does make your heart less heavier with a stronger mind

Where Words Didn’t Go

There’s a book on the corner shelf-
with pages slightly bent,
not from careless reading
just things left unsaid.
It doesn’t ask to be opened,
doesn’t beg to be read,
but somehow it feels heavier
than the words it never said.
© Anakha A R  Create an image from this poem.

And If

***(And if ever you don’t see)

And if ever you don’t see
Exodus,
dig in the soil like a fruit
worm
and lift the stone of yourself
heavier,
to find a word
harder than Maya.

And if you ever demand for more,
dig the sky.

And If Ever You

***(And if ever you don’t see)

And if ever you don’t see
Exodus,
dig in the soil like a fruit
worm
and lift the stone of yourself
heavier,
to find a word
harder than Maya.

And if you ever demand for more,
dig the sky.

The Dream

Sleepless Night

Black cups of coffee - too many

Pacing - endless pacing

Waiting for that which won't come

Desire to have you

Desire too long

Eyes so heavy

Mind heavier still

Almost dawn

Wide awake I dream -

The Dream
© Lyn Murray  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member It's January

I rise from my sleep
looking outside my window
a tree stands leafless 

Holding tight to life
each day's breath is heavier
each has a season

Edward J Ebbs - 05/13/14



Written for a Contest, Two Haiku (Month of January)
Form: Haiku

This Mundane Existence

These feet plod. This heart
Heavier drags
Less motivated, whose mire
Of foul greeds through.

Filled up with creatures
With claws for hands.
Who, sinking deeper not one
Glint, gratified
Thereout is shown too ,upeyed.
Devil's outlands!
Form: Rhyme

Why I Hate Gravity

heavier than down;
pulling and falling
red-kneeled prayer to the god

of downstairs and tears,
of steps, stones and caves,
flapping like a torn flag

the flag of terra; trapped under
the bricks of this world;
flightless, too low to rise.

King Tut

Young king Tut, time honoured pharaoh
In rage, deaf like the sea, with fires impatience

Boy king worshipped as a God
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

Buried with skill not food for worms
But time for him grants a heavier doom
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Day of Thanks

I thought that my Thanksgiving would be ruined because my cat ran away.
But he returned last night and I give thanks for that today.
I'm thankful for God, my health, my parents and my cat.
My kitty is heavier than a chunk of lead because he's fat.
Form: Rhyme

Going Home

THE CLOSER I GET
THE HEAVIER
MY HEART GROWS
THE SKY
AN INDIGO LANDSCAPE
SURROUNDS ME
LIKE A FOG
THE CLOUDS REACH DOWN
AND TOUCH THE SEA
THE MOON,
ONLY A SLIVER
WAITS IN THE CORNER
MY THOUGHTS LIE
CLOSE TO HEAVEN
WITH YOU.

AUGUST 2000

Premium Member The Clouds Follow

The clouds follow one by one as the trees flicker and the leaves turn colors
like a rainbow in the sky when the birds sing as the stars are out bright like a light 
in the sky that grows heavier and heavier when the grass grows above your feet
so have something to eat
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Unburdened

She carried her hurts like a bag full of rocks
and named it her hard knocks box..
It grew heavier and heavier as she traveled
to and fro so one sunny day, she  let them all go...
Now she ambles lightly,  at a much easier pace,
without her rocks, there's room for grace

Premium Member I Feel Slovenly Today

Five pounds heavier today than the week before.
Does that make sense?  Could I ask for more?
The same doctor’s scale both of the times? 
Am I hiding grapefruit?  Have I hidden limes?
Five pounds heavier from Tuesday since last Friday?
I am feeling a bit slovenly.  Not tidy.
Form: Rhyme

Cloudy With Sunny Periods

A white spot in the clouds,
a sunflower heavy with seed,
grass too long, should I mow it,
and a blackbird’s wing colours red,

limps on the path and if heavier  
crisp snail shells would echo each skip.
Draco, the tomcat eyes me pleased:
only the blackbird bleeds to death.

Ibu-Profeen

Got a cat
Named
Ibu-Profeen.

Every meal
After kitten
She got heavier
And heavier.

She meows to be
Carried about:
In the snow
In the mud
Over the sand
Dunes.

I am near pain
Sometimes—she’s so fat!
But Ibu-Profeen says,
In real good English:

"Take two
More."

Tis the Season

Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes

Of obligations 
And guilty consciences 


Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets

Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces

Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls

Ask and you shall receive
© Britt Rose  Create an image from this poem.

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