Short Inhaling Poems
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I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline,
Soaring across soft sheaths
Of ebony moonflowers,
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight.
Wiping my butt with sandpaper
shredding the skin off my cheeks
inhaling my own fecal vapor
i bleed from my butt crack for weeks
We follow the half-moon still drenched.
Our fused shadows--- eternity.
She breathes; inhaling our scent,
Embracing our glowed night…completely.
canoe has its ribs
A man's ribs facing upward
In river and rain
January 22, 2011 (c) Copyright 2011 Albert Geiser, All Rights Reserved,
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Springtime orange grove
Fresh and fragrant blossoms bloom
Inhaling deeply
Revived by cycle of life
Caressed by playful sweet breeze.
The hands of time just like God's love are eternal and unfailing.
I count raindrops and cherish my day with psalm in heart, inhaling.
I fly with the gull
And breathe the color of salt
Hear the surf's repeating song
I came this way long ago
And return to find my path
Hand Gloves
The winter fatty hand gloves are
helpless to
stop inhaling the
bits of
fluff and
my pills my
doctor gave me on
the
bedroom carpet.
Faded Presence
A weeping pillow
holds tightly to the remnant
scent of ecstasy,
inhaling faded presence
we console one another
John G. Lawless
6/20/2017
Living life indulging in the joys of just whatever.
Living life idly inhaling burnt sacred plant matter.
Living life cohabiting in no more than a sort of shelter.
There was an old lady of Looe,
who painted a toilet in glue,
and it drove her insane
as she stuck to the drain,
inhaling the smell of her poo.
For PD's contest (old poem)
In between two breaths
I am inhaling you dear,
a heady fragrance
mixing with my red blood cells,
fatal intoxication.
© 2011
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As long as the ashes of our old dying romance burn,
I keep inhaling what is left of what it is I yearn.
As long as he is still around, there is still more from him to learn.
Translating a poem
Means inhaling the essence
Of its verses
And
Then exhaling the aroma of
Its very soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 February 2020
BREATH/LIFE
Breath
Atmosphere, existing
Inhaling, exhaling
Comes from mouth of God
Synonymous
Happiness within
Life
1/8/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
From beneath I gaze in awe
Deep breaths inhaling fresh air.
Wonder if you feel me here
Rustling leaves whisper.
For Poetry Comp sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Tree
aided by the breeze
the dead leaf falls
finally released
the tree now breathes
inhaling bliss elixir
free from fetters
that that never was dies
that that always was is
aglow in waking state
Oh, as I travel
I marvel on
Each step taken
I walk on
Stepping in the light
Holding each breath
Exhaling/inhaling
My journey long
As I just walk on
12/05/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Running between the scented roses,
Looking up the azure sky,
Fearing nothing at all,
Never asking why,
Inhaling fresh air,
Heads always high,
Surrounded by the beauty of freedom,
Here, I want to die...
Shrinking immortality into
the moment
Ignoring the impostors
future and past
Inhaling eternity’s thunder
with every breath
Breathing out
—fire and rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Shrinking immortality into
the moment
Ignoring the impostors
—future and past
Inhaling eternity’s thunder
with every breath
Breathing out
—fire and rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Newborn
pinkisk, innocent
sucking,enticing, cuddling
daughter,purity,charmer, energy
giggling, inhaling, transforming
impressionable, dreamy
Baby
Diamante Poem for Regina Riddle
12 Nov 14
Half naked near a window
Smoking cigarettes
She wafts smoke into the air
Inhaling some hits
She looks out the glass
Noticing me looking in
She smokes more with sass
Russell Sivey
Form Seguidilla
One in love may live far away from one another but hugging the common air surfing together inhaling and exhaling it together so both of them in the air together their standing on this Earth wherever physical thoughts whatever.
I awake, inhaling life like a toddler encountering her first flower.
I continue, devouring life like some teens with all-you-can-eat pizza.
I retire, exhaling life in release like a belt post Thanksgiving’s meal.
January 8, 2020