Short Hidden Message Poems
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Letter that implies
Hidden message without words
Sealed with a ribbon
And saved in a wood drawer
Written with worldly wise words
1-24-2016
eyeful afterthought
all wasted up
catch a glimpse of the bird's eye view
power of speech grant an audience
hidden message
moments of panic
in person short sighted
tongue-tied word for word
humanity is thus lost
I can stare at you
like an artist to his masterpiece.
A hidden message in an abstract.
I'm attracted to you
like waves kissing the shore.
A butterfly's lust for flowers.
I am in love with you
like how the light creeps through the dark.
A devoted joker to his audience.
Ink Stone
Stone symbolizes.
With a feather pen.
Document literature.
Writer through calendar.
Amusing prevails.
Clouds to wanderer’s.
Pave the way.
Penmanship worthy.
Alludes to ink stone.
Sequence sincere.
A poet blossoms.
Narrative through the dark.
A lantern toward the ink.
Hidden message through poetry.
With that look you sent my way,
Your gaze had spun me free.
A message was whispered then,
In a glance meant just for me.
That smile was so mysterious,
And pierced me through my heart.
I saw your hidden message,
And had known it from the start.
An emptiness cannot be filled,
With you so far away.
The hole in me grows bigger,
Each day you do not stay.
Are all your days meant to be the same?
Will you choose to live a boring life?
Don't be afraid you should take a chance.
if you want to, you should start today
Many people will only try once.
You know when there is something worthwhile.
When you try the old is new again.
To find the hidden message refer to my poem "Understepping One"
The directions are on the bottom.
Form:
I never had a feeling like this,
After dating someone like you.
My mind races every second,
Is it all real?
New moments,
Like that of now,
Open new doors.
Vulgar thoughts try to get me to doubt,
Every time failing.
With you here with me,
I am the luckiest man.
Treating you like a Princess,
Heads my every thought.
You are special to me,
Over everything else,
Underlying my love.
Some folks tend to awfulize
Others prefer to dramatize,
There are those who fantasize
Many people will improvise.
I know a few who tantalize
Even resort to marginalize
Those who are short in size,
Which will often destabilize
Because they may internalize,
Which is not always wise!
Three times a week, I advise,
It’s a good thing to exercise!
Written August 16, 2022
So innocent as they fall
Within each one lies a hidden message
Cutting down your visibility
Preparing you for a massive recklage
Disrespectful in its nature
Smacking those in the way,
No love lost as the clouds form
For its moisture, is here to stay
Graceful in its intent
Some may kiss you, some may miss you
Traveling rapidly down straight and narrow
Many fell as expected, others took another avenue
The hidden message.
You will not be able to stop
picking the summer’s eyes.
Staring straight onto your
slope. Why do I need
to love the dreams ?
I would know the road
to my lake in mossy groves.
The crow’s-feet will tell the pedigree.
Upset by a slight, you
need a shirt to cover your wounds.
The curtain falls on the stitches.
Silence was a golden
bird flying in the sidewalk
of a moon dying in blue sky.
Satish Verma
Sometimes there between the lines
A hidden message lurks.
Sharp-eyed readers understand
That’s often how it works.
Simple correspondences
May seemingly reveal
Communiques at odds with how
The sender might just feel.
Perception isn’t always right
And instinct could be off,
But truth may fool a shallow soul
While “deeper” folk may scoff.
What we say and mean
May twist and tangle up like vines;
The trick in the deciphering
Is there between the lines.
Hidden messages.
Subliminal.
Yet glaringly obvious to the keen observer.
I wouldn't have relations with someone incompetent.
So it shouldn't come to great surprise that I am seen through.
The intentions of youth obvious.
Yet Hope prevails.
The irony of the hidden message hidden in dab and shot soaked memory's.
Soon to be corroded from the flow of recollection.
A late nights morning.
Kissing the dry mouth of the dreary after a hard days night.