Short Hoarded Poems
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A clever young crow from Belize
Collected old buttons with ease.
It hoarded its stash
In a bucket of trash,
And sold them for shiny gold cheese.
Engels and his comrade Karl Marx
Cite the fight with rich greedy sharks
Tight with hoarded dough!
Their manifesto
Notes the bloat that floats oligarchs
Darn covid has most surely created,
toilet rolls as the product predated,
and I reached my goals;
hoarded two hundred rolls,
but suffer from being constipated.
I am a child of the internet
I am a biography
An ‘about me’
A relationship status.
.
If I’m lucky someone will GIF me
If not I’ll die nothing
But a hoarded URL.
Acorns wearing cute little caps
Hoarded by squirrels during cold snaps
11~17~14
Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Syllable Counter Used: How many syllables - 8 , 9
~awarded 10th place~
Unselfish Autumn
Unselfish Autumn empties herself out with gifts of summer's maturity
All of her bounty, never hoarded, in blessings of her fertility
9-27-21
Contest: Your Best Couplet No.2
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Simply running won't deter them
Hiding under beds and tears
All the hope you caught and hoarded
Drain like liquid with your fears
Owls clasp the bulging moon
Wishes snatch your feet
Simply running won't deter them, shadowed, incomplete...
emerald still pond
yellow musty pages hoarded
cobwebs of the mind
© Nadiya (03 Mar '15)
*Placed 3rd in the contest 'Gathering Dust' by John Lawless on 25 March 2015.
*Placed 3rd in the contest '10 or less lines' on 14 Oct 2015.
Autumn's Gift
Autumn empties herself out
Everything - her gifts from summer-spring maturity -
All her bounty - never hoarded in a grasping hand -
Gathered and released before howling hind sights.
10-27-20
Contest: Liberum Divisa 2
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Taken from Autumn Sacrifice
Don’t be deceived by
The snake for your sake only
It’s cunning and sly
I don’t want to pry
Into your business, but girl —
Deception is why
I don’t want you to
Trust the one you lust much like
My sister said, true
I have been so blue
With rue in my mindset like
I have hoarded through
My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored,
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage.
Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable.
So-called civilization
busy in searching of pure nectar
Where water can't quench the throat of the poor
Nowadays
So-called movement for hygienic civilization-
an asylum of mental disease
Where two times foods rights a day
are hoarded in the arcane abdomen of the capitalist
-17.06.2020 Chattogram
Theologically unpigmented now, a whore
Hoarded from tongue to tongue, that will not kiss
Eternity in the shambles of the mind
Whole universe and Holy God dispersed
Omnipotence in us and primordial fragment of dust
Redemption as creation from silence unmeaning
Designed my soul to speak of awe where nothing is seen
What do you have that belongs to another?
Tribute? Custom? Honor? Fear?
Whose image and name is on that thing?
Friend? Stranger? Leader? Brother?
Where is the due that you should bring?
Near? Afar? Hoarded? Covered?
When will you owe only love for another?
Today? Tomorrow? There? or Here?
sun-spoiled colors like fruit to burst slowly yield to a shadow tide pulling a demure
crescent
moon posing nude for constellations extinguished by the tremorous lips of dawn
changing
watercolor into oil for noon’s dominion over shade hoarded then troweled and finally
plowed as
light is sipped into
stars
This morning one bird awoke first,
breaking the night with a spiral tongue -
I was not there.
Under the oak tree mud bloomed stars -
I was not there.
For a while the sky hung as a still blue prayer
I arrived late; was not there.
I was crouched over hoarded words;
yet those words did not happen,
and now will not appear.
At mine she forgot her jacket and her phone,
All over Christmas and New Year she’s been on her own,
I found the phone today,
Returning home after 10 days away,
I’d wondered why my mum had never called me on my birthday.
She had been ill
She had no Will
To let people see her sick in her hoarded home,
I couldn’t contact her as she’d forgotten her phone.
It never taught you greed—
you were fluent long before that.
It simply shone,
like sunlight revealing dust
in an empty room.
The hands that took it,
clutched it,
hoarded it,
already understood the language of desire.
And in its brief hold,
you confused its shine
for your own.
When it departed,
what was left
wasn’t broken—
just bare,
just you.
This morning one bird awoke first,
breaking the night with a spiral tongue -
I was not there.
Under the oak tree mud bloomed stars -
I was not there.
For a while the sky hung as still
as a blue prayer
I arrived late; I missed that prayer.
I was crouched over a few hoarded words;
I was shuffling lines on a blank screen,
and now it seems to me
that I have often been
not anywhere
near there.
It must feel good to say at last
The ceiling is shattered
And the door is open
It must feel good
But I looking at the ceiling
Think of icy rains
Monitors on my feet instead of chains
Weevils dancing in the hoarded grains
And blind men wiping at dark blood stains
It must feel good at last to belong
To see your face on the totem pole
Hear the world sing your song
Muting the lyrics meaning about the cold
The horsemen rode as it was foretold
The cherished Earth would soon explode
The seals were opened, and love grew cold
While they hoarded their silver and gold
The stars came falling down
And many trembled with fear
A reckoning would soon take place
As angels flew from here to there
Then the trumpets began to sound
The sea sighed and the mountains wept
From the sky, the Earth was swept
He's our savior
a man of utmost principals
He stands up against the deep state
and speaks his mind concisely
But he has faltered
and hoarded sensitive information
Now silver bars may bind his home
for several years to come
What can we do to help
how can we save the man we love
There may be no protection against his crimes
he tallied them up so much
All we can do is watch
Watch as a giant falls
WONDER.
I wonder if there
Is much pain
In annihilation
Across the precipice
Where you learnt to walk.
I wonder if there is
A force installed in fate
Shelling works of your hands
Predisposed for destructions.
I wonder how one feels
Being worshipped
A statue on pedestal
Installed by
The hoarded humanity.
I wonder that if
End of the day
Consumed
In twilight
Finding some
Doorways
Or certain Formations
Leading to
Lesser suffocations.
We have left you many cave drawings
Built the Great Pyramids everywhere
How dare you ignore our many signs
Stonehenge is our Stargate tether
We left you some of our technology
Which in ways was obviously hoarded
Building blocks of peace and prosperity
We see now has been utterly distorted
There will be a time for this reckoning
Our belief in humankind still remain
We hear billions of you minds beckoning
We are coming now to provide a change
I have been Intrusted with knowledge!
Completely incrusted with time,
Admirably holding onto wisdom,
Lost for thousands of generations.
Set free like the busting of Hoover dam.
Overflowing rapids of life altering thoughts,
Of all the great thinkers,
Hoarded up condensing it’s
Own energy from all periods past.
Released to flush the poor unsuspecting main frame for the universal nervous system,
Of yet another victim of time.
By Desi E. Sherman