Short Higher Up Poems
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Meetings...Projects...Deadlines...Fret!
Pressure...Tension...Panic...Sweat!
~ Higher up...Birds make nests
i thought i was on cloud nine
until my cloud started raining
i realized i was really still down to earth
i should have been higher up by now
but the IV is higher than me
my OD brought me to the lowest i could go
and i am slowly sinking six feet under...
dedicated to Jacks you will be missed my friend
Form:
Honesty always wins the Victory Cup
So, lift your hands...higher and higher...up and up
Drink it down...or sulk it up....
Let's toast & cheer while HOLDING-UP
our small and little sippy-cups
In everything you say and do,
Make "Honesty First" your Priority Rule
So all "litter-lies" and every "waste-for-excuse"
stand appalled and OVER-RULED…•
What and Who
What's new in a world that doesn't care about everything?
Who's nothing hoping for something?
Who's nothing getting nothing in return?
Who's nothing spending everything?
Who's everything caring about nothing?
Who's getting it higher up seeing everything?
Who's giving up a few things to spend on people?
Who's saying what counts?
Who's using it up?
Dappled dawn slowly raised its shade
As brindled pit-bull puppies played
Patiently the fisherman hooks the mottled rose-dotted trout
Peppiness in his laughter rings out
Lazily the varicolored finch's wings raise him up
Elaborately bedazzled is a spring buttercup
Day to night nature is dappled from higher-up
Written: February 07, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge D Word
Nothing, dark silence
Nothing, cold darkness, cruel
Was I even dead?
Nothing, empty mind
Silence, my voice does live on
Speak it to me
Open your wide eyes
Open your mouth, talk, please do
Else, your breath will die
Try I to move; bold
Nothing, useless effort, cold
Fly I, abysmal
Fly I higher up
Fly I, become I once more
A dark mystery!
17 Sept 2015
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Contest Trashed #2, Sponsor, Broken Wings
Up on the rise; above the creek
Braves, boys, and Indian Chief
Sit pow powing as arrows do make
Food gatherer, hunter amazing feats
Catching those fish for food to eat
Higher up on top of the hill
Indian maidens use their skills
Prepare for winter by gathering in
Winter squash, dried fruits, and venison
Shared stories that have no end
(This is strictly imagination from sitting on the porch and thinking what the Indians did to
survive.)
Form:
He masterfully portrays
Under an old umbrella
Stopping no rain from falling
Shows how moist life is
Lifting the stem higher up
Trying to keep rain away
Nothing seems to stop it all
Rain lands on his head
To his chagrin it rains hard
Beading down to his wet brow
He desires to throw it out
Useless contraption
Now the rain pours on his face
He debates life’s irony
How his luck has fallen down
As the rain descends
Russell Sivey
“Children need poetry too!”
Faster –higher; up and up I go!
Back and forth and to and fro!
The ground beneath my feet a blur.
The wind in my face is all astir!
I am a bird with chain for wings.
Oh! How I love to swing and swing
I kick my feet, I throw my weight
I'm feeling freedom, it feels so great.
I laugh and scream I have such fun
I swing and swing til day is done.
Then in my bed and in my dreams
I swing, I swing -I swing, I swing!
I see you, I believe in you!
I die in you, I will behold.
Yes I will be a fool’s gold.
In the morning, I am two.
Come deep into me you fool.
Like one I’m your two fold.
Correct me now and be bold.
Your day is mine I do rule.
I scream I shout and I am loud.
Oh My God! Where art thou now?
Fly higher up in my white cloud,
I will show Him absolutely how!
Do me once shame it all on me!
I am the only one you can see.
® Registered Ann Rich 2011
A ballerina butterfly, she’s gliding
sweetly through the meadow’s grass still fresh with dew.
She sees a stream, kicks off her shoes, and sliding
down from a rock, she steps into smooth, cool blue.
A swing on a nearby tree she later spies.
Higher and higher, up to the sky she flies!
Flowers surround her; the sun shines on her face.
My small summer princess rules the day with grace.
Aug. 2, 2018 for Barry Stebbings' "Picture Me A Summer Rispetto" Contest
I dedicate this to Jazmine
You can see her smile
from across the land
it's a bright smile
a wide smile,
a smile at me
When i see it
I calm down (idiom)
She stands on shelves
to be higher up
because i want her there
because she is my north star.
she wants to be a writer
and i know
she will not only succeed
but she will be the greatest.
And she will travel the world
Writing with her chewed upon pen
and writing on a smooth fresh piece of paper
writing is her passion,
and i am her smile.