Short Iambic Pentameter Poems
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The cold, loud wind reminds me, that I'm warm . . .
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January 30, 2016
Iambic Pentameter
I read,
then chase the sun
around the house
to fuse the inspiration
and the words I’ll use
to write a poem after dark.
The pieces of my life seen by the Lord
At judgment time in their full shame or pride
Pure evidence of faith in deed and word.
An angel with my white divinity
Beautiful, holy femininity
Committed a sin and did not regret
She tore me apart and abandoned me
Long is the jeourney to death,
dragging feet that the ising dust
engulf, a naive soul may ask
looking left," what's behind that? "
Iambic pentameter--such a pain,
Draining and straining this old poet's brain.
And who makes false the truth, in time
be it aggressors so complied
with tyranny that life does youth
their motives, while the young are tried!
A bazillion stars twinkle in the night
sky; pinpoints on black velvet, perfect
jewels created by the universe
for us to gaze upon in wonderment.
The language of love,
spoken in sighs,
no voices are needed to say;
You know you're in love
when a shiver,
says more than mere words
can convey.
Now give me hope when books begin
to bite, when school begins to strangle me.
My worries wear on me and Satan's sin
does weave and warp Hosannah's peace.
Ere the bite of Summer's first chill
tis the prelude to Autumn's breath
come next,depressed, is the Winter wind shrill
on to Spring's resurrection from death
To look and search for the elegant word.
Seeking an emotion never expressed.
Expressing a thought that cuts like a sword.
Conveying a concept that is suppressed.
We were once the eye of the universe,
And thinking otherwise was just perverse.
Many times in the past, wrong we have been,
And history proves we shall be again...
As leaves begin to drift around my house
to places they have not yet been, I won-
der what the neighbors think about the fall.
I don’t exactly plan to rake them up.
I had to pick a form that starts with “I”
'cause Isis has come home to live with me.
It's not so much for me to wonder why
as just accept the way things want to be.
Beginning of your route,
May frighten you, and even good
Wish, shimmering at distance as a torch,
Attracted you for minute that is less
Than minute spent, examining
The window seems to show outdoors so nice,
Forever keeping wilderness at bay.
The floating seeds assail the crystal pane,
They try and bring us back, but no, we stay!
If I cannot dream in any other hue,
Then stretched upon my eyes sticks a blue film,
Therefore my cornea cracks and shatters
Because irises trick both the fake and true.
For we are but the cast of cradles and
The calm conclusion of our fragile lives.
Our roles are set, in this, the gorgeous land,
By our conception, God, and grave demise.
Dragonflies soaring everywhere,
To show that Spring is in the air.
Children coming out to play
And this is what they have to say;
"Spring, Spring, Spring is here today!"
If the twilight welcomes the velvet sky,
If the light fades with a baby blue gloom,
Will it be the diamonds that shine up high?
Will they shine with the marshmallow moon?
Her eyes drip down scorn
Like pus from running sores
Every word edged and barbed
To rip and rend and tear
She lives to laugh at suffering
But oh she has such pretty hair
A-CAT-A-COMB
NINE-LIVES-A-TALE *
SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS
EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL *
WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR
PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL *
THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB
SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL *
~TH~
Thirty three below zero with windchill
freezes exposed flesh so very quickly.
Scarves wrapped round and round make winter mummies
covered head to toe against the bitter cold.
Red clouds, bloodstained, a warning! Innocent
souls forever lost in vain, abhorrent!
Never learned, natures life's arbitrator.
Red clouds for Jack, nature, his life counsellor!