Short Hunched Poems
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Willow tree leaning, hunched
Weeping leaves into steams skipping
Over stones and decaying twigs.
Ships that pass unseeing
In the shade.
In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die,
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste;
Pawns, broken by society,
Hunched at the pyramid's base we lie;
We are the untouchables of mankind.
23/2/16
…for man nor beast
Cold rain on opaque darkness
swirls around the outline of a man
hunched against the biting wind
led on by tug of agitated dog.
1/3/2017
submitted to – Contest 261 – any form – max 5 lines
*Image of/by Excited Cats.
reflections
the sly black cat crept
aisle mirror caroms pierced eyes~~
arrest hunched hissing
2022 April 06
*1st Place*
Black Cat Haiku
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 April 07
Brave little turtle,
Crossing the road.
Dodging traffic,
Shelling the load.
Slow and steady,
Forever hunched.
Always praying,
Never crunched.
The price of life,
Yes, you've paid it.
Now safe across,
Hurray! You made it.
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I bowed for the story line.
Hunched over in suspense,
I hung-out for the punch line.
The twists of plot
lured me to the edge.
I could see the lede
lying buried below me.
Reaching in to grab it,
I toppled over, fell right in,
and became the story line.
One leaf curled and hunched
hesitatingly crawls up the centre
of the sun lit country road.
The rest cling to the tarmac
watching.
I look at this world as it is
and see what could be
and once again utter
words uselessly.
conscience
....... driven
An old manual typewriter
sits on a hill of dust.
Is that hunched ghost
your wordless self?
Does that self
with its thick fingers
still hammer out a silence,
upon a borderless page,
one that you now interpret,
adding thin strips of madness
on a skin of light?
distant clouds of gray --
smooth brush strokes illuminate
effervescent waves
golden sands reflect
sparkling shades of jewel-kissed sky --
high tide sprays solar flares
old woman stands hunched
upon the drifting shoreline --
gray eyes search the sun
Across the Heath the chill'ed land’s in sleep
The Bushes hunched, the bare trees holding still
In cyclic pattern: seasons’ lives bespeak
Not grip of death but life's farseeing will
That shall revive and Nature’s wish fulfil
26 December 2021
Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest
Blowing frost on a star and gravestone
quickening our steps like Charlie Chaplin
turning maple leaf into rubies and gold
churning flocks into wind-splashed shoals
now we're hunched over like Quasimodo
the homeless sinking deeper into their hole
November struts about and barks like a crow.
bowed before you once again
i’m worshipping you
when i said i wouldn’t
bent in half
i’m surrendering both my dinner
and my fears
knelt down before you
my legs tremble
my hands and chin drip
hunched over you
i am obedient
under your tyrannical rules
there will be no revolution today
A cold wind challenged Spring
Watering my eyes as I hunched against it
Hawks circle beneath white puff clouds
A squirrel weighs its options
Robins wrestle chilled worm sushi
Nervous Mallards pace awaiting delivery
Jonquils boldly strut their stuff
I shiver knowing that spring will devour the wind.
TOXIC STATE
hunched, amidst creative ash:
H.D.’s sulphuric shell -
pieces of a deranged puzzle.
all the president’s men
scratch their hairless heads.
they had thought to build a wall -
but no one in town owns a brick.
12/1/2016
Contest – Toxic State
*H.D. – Humpty Dumpty
He loved the black tree shadows of the black forest
Smell of decaying leaves and burning campfires guided him.
Autumn fire showing prevalent blue orange contrast
He hunched down, watching the humans until he slept
His mate’s howls were enthusiastic and appreciative
He incorporated them into his dream state.
Nookie
Bookie
Cookie
Shnookie
Staring
Daring
Her smile
Beguile
She winked
I blinked
Staring
Erring
Undressed
I’m blessed
Amazed
I gazed
Caressed
Her breast
She punched
I hunched
Gambles
Shambles
June 9, 2015
A Gambler Tries His Hand(and eye) at a Strip Staring Contest
I sit upon a slickly red covered seat,
Across; closed eyes, computer gazing, blank faces.
Red squared environmental bags,
back packs on hunched-back backs.
A distance traveled on my cushions,
has come to a halt,
doors mouths opening,
waiting for my entrance ---
I stand sneaking quick peaks at absent faces....
6:23 PM
Clock ticks ticks ticking
Hunched back and sprawled all over
I get this feeling
Fingers taps taps clicking
Pen taps in repetition
I hate this feeling
I stared at the calendar
And scorned at the squeaking birds outside
As well as the date presented
Circled in bold red
With the words
"Time's up!"
I’m sick.
I’ve been sick.
Sick for days,
For months,
For years.
I’m tired,
And lethargic.
My eyes are weary.
I have a permanently hunched back, now.
The aching,
The spasming.
The fevers,
The shivers.
It’s a never-ending cycle.
And it’s all self-imposed.
Because,
I perform best
When I’m stressed.
The cats
were so used to
looking up. They
hunched on their bellies
.
like hairy doormats
and their eyes turned
like those of animated
bedrom slippers.
.
So high I stood,
all of my 5 foot 3.
Feeling the pain
of back cramps, I
.
bend to feed them,
wild animals
somehow brought servile
into my tenderness.
Standing in place
Working to wean
Eyes playing tricks
Seeing unseen
Shoulders hunched
Head in the lead
Moving the pieces
To serve a bleed
Toys to others
Pawns to Kings
Benefiting widely
Authority brings
Final trump
Blown and heard
TRUTH applied
Lesson learned
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-27-2022
He prowls on quiet paws
in the cold – dark night.
His nose bent low to sniff
the scent of the prey.
Hunched crunched to the ground,
ready to pounce at the slightest sound,
his beady fathomless eyes
glitter in the thick darkness;
searching—always searching!
First a low groan deep in his throat,
then a feeble moan…
the prey is held.
The cat had a hunch and she got her wish
She hunched her back and jumped on a side dish
The dish had to diffuse
And he croaked out the news
"Cat,You're a bit odd; sort of a ***** fish."
packed with blooms and fruit
painful and hunched with bright loads ~
a proud mother's womb
Place: 3 rd
A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date:05-04-2023
Wizened chin
Hunched shoulders
His walk is slow
Ambling really
Zombie movements
Erratic
Not graceful
Boots must hurt
Older now
Ten years
Has made a significant
Difference
I did not realize
While I was gone
How much this would
Affect him
Nothing had ever
Changed him this
Much before.
Guilt set in.
What else had I missed?