Short Indented Poems
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Indented by harsh waves
Injured by cold sharp rocks
Inflicted by failures
Irate at injustice
I come to you naked
Indolent, extinguished
Illuminate me Lord
Written on:02/27/2016
My first write last May 2015
Live.....
Experience fully! every moment - all!
I sat on the sand feet indented
as the water gently laped them
then powerfully left....
As the footprints of old....
I/We were saved.
Like a nest on a little church
indented in the rocks.
The sky is low.
The twitch
of the air flower-beds –
the passing angels.
And voices like gushing
streams; rivers before the sea.
The day is silent.
The body is growing up –
some birds are thronging.
Like antiwords, the absent
truth, walks with you.
It had indented the push.
Profanities are on rise.
Marginal dare has a
bracing truism.
I am working on a thesis.
The candles are out.
Light will come from burning
doors. Smashed windows will harbor
the grudge.
Satish Verma
A flash, the first strike;
I want to be where you are,
nothing more or less;
Feeling all of your impact
I’m not ready to let go;
Memories can’t last
like this dramatic image;
Instantaneous;
Streak sparkling in the darkness
an indented frozen line;
Take a slow step back
undisciplined rotation!
Pastel colors stay;
Oh, I could get used to this;
I don’t want to end today.
foot tracks foot prints in
in the snow boundaries shown
harnesses patterns
~
of trail blazed shoes worn
"Timberlands™" conversions runs
runs atop the ice
~
snow tracks giant feet
steps, -my eyes sees he's fallen
now I see the shape
~
of an angel on
the ground indented shape of
heavenly body
12/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Two thin tangled medals
sway in the rearview mirror
of your dirt-caked Jeep.
Indented identification
on polished silver surfaces
clang together a constant
reminder in your ears.
I heard the anecdote once,
landmines and folded flags.
My eyes began to fall
on hints of gray
in cropped hair,
flat-lined lips
and shabby strapped boots.
I want to reach out,
tug at the laces.
Watch as you untie.
Early this morning, I found, much to my chagrin,
the flowers in my garden were as if they’d never been.
Bitten off above the soil, green stubs left aground.
Mad enough to spit nails, I fussed and stomped around.
It was easy to discover who the culprits were.
They left telling evidence indented in the dirt there.
Their hoof prints tracked all around the flowerbed;
no blossoms for my soul today, food in their stomachs instead.
Early this morning, I found,
much to my chagrin,
the flowers in my garden
were as if they’d never been.
Bitten off above the soil,
green stubs left aground.
Mad enough to spit nails,
I fussed and stomped around.
It was easy to discover,
who the culprits were.
They left telling evidence
indented in the dirt there.
Their hoof prints tracked
all around the flowerbed;
no blossoms for my soul today,
food in their stomachs instead.
When I pick up Sweet Williams
And inhale their spiced perfume,
I see them on the windowsill
Of our tiny old back room.
Their sweet indented petals,
Coloured every shade of pink,
Glowed so bright in that urban gloom
They almost made me blink.
They’d grown on Dad’s allotment –
An expanse of air and sun –
Along with fruits and vegetables
He brought home for my Mum.
Sweet Williams bring it home to me
I’m still the child I used to be.