Short Languishes Poems
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laurel foliage languishes on the lawn -
Autumn leaves its calling card
Topic 1
What Makes You Feel
friendship shattered, bonds fractured, my heart languishes …
Full moon
Glancing over
Blooming lateen sail
While galleon
Languishes
Drifting offshore
From port
Written July 5, 2021
THE LADY WHO BATHES IN PUBLIC
Harlot Moon
Languishes in Star-bath
Shamelessly
Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/27/12
Juja, Kenya
THE LADY WHO BATHES IN PUBLIC
Harlot moon
Languishes in star bath
Shamelessly
Victoria Anderson-Throop
the moon last night made me want to repeat this favorite of mine!
Like the last glowing embers of a once roaring fire I wait
For the winter winds and night to blanket me in the frigid dark
A beauty, solemn, and severe
To the depths
And the bone
And the tattered heart, once in flames now languishes
Still reaching
But a flicker
A melting river, a tree's return
A respite from the winter's burn
Where thin leaves capture the sun's might
To briefly hold the weight of light
An elusive bloom in a fragile berth
And the heavens envy the warmth of earth
Even as day falls to gray and languishes there
Gold could not be so lovely, were it not rare
(Blood Moon)
Fulsome Cynthia languishes for her nightly rendezvous'
Besmeared in bloody red she stands before sun god
Glowingly glides towards Endymion to solemnise their vows
While his mother earth's shadow eclipses their union from star gazers
October 1, 2015
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsor: Eve Roper
My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry
7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet
The blue clamminess of the bus night light
languishes over the interior
seats dissolve into background
background dissolves into sky
which dissolves within my eye
The chattering window bristles my attention
Neon trails of passing
night dwellers sprint past
Reflected glass me
sighs in unison
and looks at me as if i don't belong
gripped with greed’s* pleasure
entombed in self-owned great mine…
there he languishes
*Proverbs 15:27 He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house; but he that hateth gifts shall live.
July 9, 2019
2nd place, "Senryu about Greed..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/15/2019.
Mouse with a raspberry so sweet
Giving it a tiny taste
Taking his time with berry meat
Not a drop of juice he will waste
Mouse with a raspberry to eat
Languishes in the sun
Slurping up her juiciness
Having all kinds of fun
Mouse had no idea
Berries are so incredibly tasty
He is taking his time for sure
In no way being hasty
if attention be absent, then we are not present
in as not quite so in active mindful cognition
thus Turiya as screen of consciousness
dims for awhile its resplendent lustre
as presence languishes in stupor
softening attention rescues us
with ego resistance removed
requiring active negation
in a mode of surrender
to the light of Self
aflame within
Leprosy
Foolhardy blight that languishes in a musosal drop
Transmitted to the genetically predisposed
That causes dermal cells to mutate
With its tubercle relative to sympathize
Slow surface lesions manifest
And the host begins to realize
Its ancient punishment from the gods
Singled out to be excluded
In colonies for those alike
As microbacterium leprae proceeds to colonize
You've seen the sunlight
now you mask your pride
Friends tell you where to go
Keep on a straight line
peaceful shades of green
strides past you
There's a commuter strip demur
back to cover hes read his Daily Mail
the burglued fox languishes
Making sense of the passing years
Lost in a wherewithal
Is it time to change ?
to purify your soul
or cry to the wind?
The mind is hastened forth by
By the redolent sentimentality
Of the idea of heart,
While the soul languishes
Within the detritus of society
And every mention of God
Flows freely as vomit
Out from the guts of pontifs
Expousing the virtue of
Their enlightened experiences
In the trenches of the common wealth,
And devouring their own ability
To know you and me.
Take it away from them!
Give it to us!
palmlike branches sway
in a late august breeze
as the afternoon sun languishes
the waiter brings my glass
of sauvignon blanc
and i feel decadent
alone at a table for four
just me and my muse
taking in the view
summer exhales its last breath
refusing to let go as of yet
while vacationers come
to accept their days are numbered
and do their best to stretch
each divine hour
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
One of our brave marines languishes in a Tijuana jail,
Sufferin' inhumane treatment, sans the right of bail!
Ain't it ironic that America treats illegals like welcome guests,
While our "neighbors" to the south treat our folks like inferior pests!
If I was runnin' things here is what I would damn well do:
I'd send in Seal Team Six to teach those thugs a thing or two!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Jilted by her paramour, she languishes in the junkyard.
Unloved and unwanted, she has become unhinged, poor utter wreck,
Nevermore to feel her lover’s tender hand upon her wheel.
Kept only for “parts,” she rusts away, dreaming of yesterday.
Empty - so empty - she recalls long country drives, his voice singing.
Destruction comes. The shell of her - like her soul - will soon be crushed.
June 21, 2016
For Anthony Biaanco's Crushed Contest
She’s the garden girl.
A precious rainbow
in the night.
Painting with crystal water,
she brings the forest light.
For nature is her canvas.
She brings out every hue.
If you’re walking
through the forest,
she’ll shine her light on you.
She’s purply pink passion,
reds and yellows too.
The moon
bestowed its magic,
shading her dark blue.
She languishes
in the darkness,
as she giggles
with such glee.
No one knows her name.
She’s a pretty mystery.