Short Inject Poems

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This Thanksgiving Life

Thank you for designs, and thanks for this time,
to inject experience within loosely arranged lines,
only to define a beautiful reality of mine all from
my mind.


My Favorite Food For Thanksgiving

Fried Turkey

Inject with beer, Chow Chow and liquid Cajun seasoning two days before frying
Old shirts or bibs and a roll of paper towels per person are highly recommended...
Form: Verse

Fretting Freak

Fretting
Freak
Pet 
this wreck.
Iron 
his wrinkled insanity.
Crushed,crumbled emotions
Inject love.
Fretting 
Freak
Increase his dosage.
Ahh...
Don`t you feel better now?

The Malarial Sporozoite

My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!  	
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;	
When I am mature,	
I make myself sure	
To infect a human when the insect does inject
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Nurse Didn'T Want To Be Mean

Poor Mrs. Jones when she got the vaccine
The nurse-in-charge didn't want to be mean
  But Jones had no arms or legs
  The nurse decided she'd beg
Ma'am, may I inject you somewhere obscene
Form: Limerick


Fun

Why so serious
Have some fun
Game has begun
Tan tana tan
Tana tana tan
Have some fun
Don't inject me
Don't use gun
Tan tana tan
Tana tana tan
Have some fun..
When nothing goes right go left..
© Ace Abad  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Teary Panacea

Teary Panacea

Inject the serum of pain,
Numbness crawls in quickly,
Pours down from eyes,
Foggy sight hides reality,
A tear rests near the lips,
Then slides on the tongue,
That’s the taste of remedy;
The pain-killer.

Success

In the furnace

You call success

Flames consume desire

And inject a loneliness

Into embers

Which lie dying

Slowly

Upon ashes that

Disintegrate

Washing grey dust 

Amongst the coals

That once

Lit the fire.

Premium Member DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-

DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-
waiting
 undisturbed
watching


tranquil 
pleasures
to INJECT SIGNIFICANCE
gladly
 cheerfully
rendering

symbolic
aquiesence
in FLEETING PLEASURES
increasingly
 poetic
evolution

organically
imagined
Form: Other

Spiderwebs

I'm sick of being entagled in your spiderwebs.
you inject me with poison over and over again.
But not anymore.

Now, 
I have my own kingdom,
My own spiderweb. 
Now I'm no longer just a fly.

Now I'll spin my spiderwebs around you.

Because now,

I stand for myself.

Premium Member -Keep Away

For some there always has to be an issue

A drama of some sort

Always looking for or creating a problem

To inject their voice and thoughts


Seeming to thrive on conflict

Inserting their need for power and control

Deriving pleasure from others discomfort

Relishing in other individuals anguish to feed their souls!
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Whos Gonna Arrest Andrew

and when?
My view of royalty
America next
3 words
inject and disinfectant
the ultimate reject
Missed Russia at Olympics
hope they miss me
Dont you get it yet
Stop me God
nope didn't think so
Devil come on up
but bring the crown
Universe stop me from this
breath
your luck i believe your here
A man with nothing but fear
never gonna be human
until i die

Bestowed Upon Me

Rolling in circles down hill
My life revolving around a pill
Distraught here alone in my bed
Can’t tell my legs from my head
Sounds of cars driving on the road
What upon me has been bestowed
One day from the next has gone missing
The snakes of my life surround me, hissing
Waiting to strike and inject the poisonous venom
Resulting in my movements to cease and benumb
Form: Rhyme

Lost Poem

Incorrigible
Incorrect – uncorrectable
Ideas incorporeal 
Beginnings to incept 
Ideology to inject
A reality too surreal to accept

An indifference that infects
A fate begins to seal
Evidence to detect
Death at the door and loss at your heels
Realization life is a wreck
Too afraid of the now, the real.
Face the charade of your situation
Face how disappointment feels

My Love

I knew it wasn't a lie,
when you promised me a love that will not die
I knew it wasn't just a pretence,
 when you promised me your defence.
You are the golden light,
in the thick abode of dense darkness.
You are the morning dew,
that water my tender grass.
You the potent power,
that inject my being with renewed hope.
You are my love,
this I can prove, 
by being true,
everytime to you

Dagger Eyes

Cultured and polished, 
so suave and debonair,
You stand amidst a cyclone, 
moving not a hair.
You’re quite the handsome fellow, 
your lips a wicked leer,
You strike me with your dagger eyes, 
and inject me with your fear.
I’ve finally moved beyond you, mind, 
to a heaven high above, 
far from this dome that you call home, 
a prison without love

http://lovestruehome.com/

Birds

Sometimes you may look and see birds
pecking away at thoughts 
you thought so done,
But they see things within what you 
look at. 
They carry each other beyond the moment of
controlled lustfulness

They feed endlessly when all
inside us dies
They inject a futile wish to endure,
even when truth hits

And then they wilt
As those cryptic souls we craft,
decide their destiny…
Form:

What Is Love

Shakespeare wrote that "Love is blind"

Lennon told us "Love is the flower you've got to let grow"

Proust believed "Love is space and time measured by the heart"

Segal said  "Love means never having to say you're sorry"

Yesterday, 
when I told a pharmacist that 
I have to inject my diabetic 
cat with insulin twice a day, 
she said "that sir, is truly love"

Who to believe?

Cubes (Cubes (Cubes))

Cubes boil in suffocation.
As cubes inject with insemination.
Cubes fall over with abandonment.
How the cubes sing out lament.

Cubes of purple red and black.
Help the cubes find out what they lack.
Cubes become a mental state.
When eighteen cubes begin debate.

Cubes cannot tell help depression.
Because they are not in session.
Cubes dissolve and become nought.
Helpless cubes cannot be bought.
art
Form: Rhyme

By You

Pictures on a shelf,
remind me now
of how i could of been.

Expectations start high.
Expectations end low.

Holding tight,
our heads are spinning.
But my love,
this is just the beginning.

I stand here
so unsubjected.
I stand here
so infected
by you.

I wish
I could speak more clearly.
I wish
by you,
I wouldn't shake
when near me.

By you
scared thoughts
inject me.

By you
my mind and words
aren't quite connecting.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Maui Needs Hope Not Hype

To visut Maui, would inject cash into local pockets
I hear many hotels, and other venues are untouched
By the fires? Just in the opposite side.' If i were able
I would go,knowing my contribution would go more
Likely where its needed.'? I an rushing off but thought
To post this in good will, for the people there, if I can
Do something? I cant thinj to rhyme this.' I know readers
Will understand, just a gesture from another human.'
Form: Bio

Pant-less to look silly

There’s too little in life to bestow boon,
So much pain to rob us the warmth of noon,
So, to inject some fun,
Warmth to winter’s dull sun,
To honour tradition
At a sub-way station,
Impart levity to one afternoon,
Let’s look pant-less silly--
All us, Tom and Billy.
__________________  
Happenings|24.01.2025| humour, laughter, fun

Poet’s note: no trousers tube ride was first held in New York in 2002, and in London in 2009.
Form: Limerick

Love Is the Moment

love is the moment
in this mirror of confusion called life
build you heart wisely
´cause you become your heart
don´t fight for the right way
live it while going 
inject fanatasy inside your dreams
the magical word is still in you
prepare yourself for 
eternal destiny
can you be that brave
don´t trust words
trust yourself
stay vulnerable 
while you experience your life
your shinning light
it is your soul
love is the moment
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Rainbows In Colors

Rainbows flash colors in different hues
Hues splash waves in different clues
Clues of life's cycle of views
Views of human souls in historical pews

Mirrors of life come in rainbows
Mementos of life drill on burrows
Shallow grounds dig deep on half souls
High mounds stay low in flat bowls

Rainbows in colors reflect good news
News of  lives rich in cues
Rainbows in colors project life you choose
Wows of hives inject life you noose
Form: Rhyme

Too Much of a Good Thing

Some things are hard to define.
When good turns to bad –
It’s a fine line.
Sarcasm steps over wit;
As the imposter of a joke,
Makes an indirect hit.
Teasing which was once fun;
Can morph into taunting,
When enjoyed by just one.
Assertion is an individual right,
But, if it goes too far;
A two-way fight.
Honesty, seen as a positive thing;
Sometimes is used as an excuse
To inject a critical sting.


Barbara Campbell August 3, 2015
Form: Rhyme

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