Short Hope Society Poems

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Premium Member The Art of Peace

peace is a dove, a branch, a bridge, an offered hand, a shared land


7/08/22

The Art of Peace contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
4th Place
Form: Monoku


The American Dream

Apocryphal					
Misleading 				
Egotistical				
Reckless	
Illusion				 
Comical			
A Fool's paradise
Non-negotiable		

Deceptive
Radical 
Expendable			
Alluring
Manufactured
Form: Acrostic

The AI Conundrum

AI: panacea or pain? Contest //Sponsored by: Simon Rogerson
Contest Judged:  9/9/2025 6:59:00 AM
( Ist Place )

Written: August 10, 2025

A whisper born of code and light,
vast potential, a promising sight--
yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign.
Panacea — or pulse of pain? 

We hold the key, the spark, the fear,
to pave the way — far and near.
Form: Lyric

AN ODE TO THE ART OF WRITING POETRY

You got me to a bower of mulberry blue,
And made me stick to it like with a glue,
You gave me the joy of expressing the self,
And filled with the books of joy - My shelf.

When I write you I feel I am in heaven,
And I won't be harmed even by the black raven,
You gave me joy and made me pine,
For writing you and craving for you time and again-
Like a glass jar of sweet red wine.
Form: Rhyme

He's the One

He's the One so lovely and fair,
He's the One beyond compare,
He's the One with wool like hair,
He's the One who will always care,
He's the One you can go to in prayer,
He's the One your load He'll bear,
He's the One your sorrows He'll share,
He's the One who will never despair,
He's the One soon coming in the air,
He's the One to catch many unaware,
And He's the One you'll face over there!

-DW
Form:


Autumn Scene

Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:

	man with a limp
	pauses.
	his weary eyes,
	wary,
	survey that sky,
	grimy gangling
	fingers
	fidget
	buttons,
	wind biting through
	plaid jacket’s
	worn fabric;
	on, he hobbles
	behind
	shopping cart,
	cluttered and dull,
	left front wheel
	shimmying,

sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter.
© David Bose  Create an image from this poem.

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