Short Imposes Poems
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Power of zero,
is free from expectation,
thus always victorious.
Love’s effervescence
imposes no condition,
for its warm, soulful embrace.
every ism
imposes
binding us
look at breath
and heartbeats
they flow on
love and light
free for all
just be it
04-March-2023
Tricube
After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
Unwoven...
When the night comes my love
and sleep imposes the law of his dreams,
My heart is much saddened
For
It is deprived from the only dream I care for:
The dream I live with you!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 July 2019
Modernity imposes itself upon
eons beauty,
The sun blanketed by grey clouds of dusk,
shining golden halos onto you,
Lake Naivasha,
oh you serene grey mystery,
Like polished silver,
shine back heavens awesome gaze
upon you
Having given birth
Frankenstein alive
As our monkey mind
Imposes its will
Enslaving us here
Thus made insane
Nothing to lose
We become still
Feeding not fear
Self aware
In silence
Celebrate
Our joy
Boundless
Thus
05-October-2020
Smiles on all faces
when roaming green, green spaces.
Mauve populations
and redbird expectations
thrill in butterfly nations!
Color imposes
Wild horses and red roses.
Singing lilac breeze
greets yon heather honeybees
and purple crepe myrtle trees.
Don’t need candles, don’t need wine;
Beer and fries will suit me fine.
Don’t need chocolates, don’t need roses
(Which tradition oft imposes.)
All I need’s my better half
Who, after years, still makes me laugh.
As long as he is by my side,
Our Valentines will be supplied.
Dying red roses
The love I lost reminds me of dying red roses
Bleeding colour on a marble headstone imposes
One day records someone’s death into visual noises
Perfect except memories always remind poises
Kill or be killed is the ritual we practice resources
Feeling pain is all about the colour of dying red roses
Form:
The dance goes on; and every generation
Imposes measured steps and calls fast time.
I would sit this one out, but for the few
Opportunities for joining hands.
My awkward feet remember dated songs
And struggle with the strains of obsolescence.
The dance goes on and is oblivious
To slower time when need outlives a style.
innate creative power
limited by mind
imposes a bind
blocking grace shower
awareness self-aware
bliss replete
is complete
pulsating without a care
soul’s consciousness shift
with God connect
to be bliss flecked
gifts of silence that uplift
immediate and intimate
is the source
our resource
our heart heaven’s gate
I remember a time
When i had nothing but time
Everything was fine
I could smell the roses
Instead of the thoughts of what imposes
I used to look at the stars and wonder
A striking feeling like thunder
I had hope in love so so curious
So young and naive
I thought i could truly believe
The music hit my soul
A burning spirit emit my role
I felt so beautiful
Money is useful
to buy wishes,
to buy what
the matter offers,
what fashion imposes...
But it can'tbuy
happiness...
We can be joyful
without money,
love without fortune,
affection without opulence...
We can also live
with all the pomp, but
we can't live
sans feelings...
We can live
sans money, with love...
but we cannot
live without love
only with money...
Poetry has its perceptions
imposes itself upon silence and
fulfill voids of the heart ...
All its way is ethereal and charming
and then walk with eyes of spirit
and hands of humanism..
For being emotion
live to offer peace
and joy for free...
Poetry is magnanimous,
does not aim for laurels
nor subserviences...
Wish so only being
verse and poet
for the life... !
once again
memories
of sweet shrub
quietly imposes
its luscious scent
red to rust
blossoms
open upon
Carolina allspice
memories flood
the old homeplace
deep in the woods
with you sharing secrets
Like a raging river
I break down the banks that thought imposes
Nothing can stop me
Neither pride, nor judgments and prejudices
I will continue undeterred
towards the set goal
I'll come dirty and bloody
But it doesn't matter
I will wash myself of what has been
flowing into the open sea
And I won't be afraid if I can't swim
I will let myself be carried away by the waves
Through this long journey
that I will knowingly deal with
An Angel sheds a feather,
and mortal eyes rise to see
a glimpse of divinity;
a pink plume etched on blue skies.
Ethereal wisps of light
color misty clouds of white;
imbuing fragility
with exceptional beauty.
Ribbons of purple and mauve,
inseparably tangled;
dance a sensual ballet
choreographed by Nature.
And in the quiet of Dusk,
silence imposes itself
on a diverse harmony
of cricket chirps; haunting Night.
Forgotten as the seasons pass ~ it slowly sheds canceling in spring.
trees on forest floor
lie beneath slow decaying~
baby rabbits pelt
A honey dye mantel on alder field,
emerald subtle charm comes forth and shield.
Time imposes roots, vine tendrils, dried leaves;
nests obliged nature's creatures, upon sheaves.
5/30/2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I have known inner turmoil
Known the personal destruction it wreaks
Known the restrictions it imposes
Known the comforts one seeks
I have known the self belief it destroys
Known the negativity it breeds
Known the sheer desperation it evokes
Known how ones heart and soul bleeds
I know the power of inner peace
Know the positivity and fulfilment it brings
Know the confidence and self worth it instills
Know it gives peace and calm powerful wings