Short Lashed Poems
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heartbreaking aqua
tears tearing from lashed sighs
run in wakes of blue
endless fountain of grief’s fall
wipe salt filled eyes
Howling wind,rain lashed porch,
Garden in disarray,a wintry stormy day.
Stay inside, wait for tomorrow
© 18 January 2017.
Tested,
hunted,
singled,
chased,
cornered,
lashed,
to fatality,
he wanted to be away,
but they got their way,
and pulled out life's last ray.
The King lashed his horse with the rein
And galloped up front in the rain
When he lifted his sword
It was, 'Farewell my Lord'
For that was the end of his reign
Lashed
to the mast
of
your sinking ship
a captain
who finally lost
his grip
at least the grip you
had on me
Thank God
I am
a
woman
free.!
I was sailing alone
in the stormy sea of life,
Sullen thoughts invaded my mind
Dark waves lashed my heart
Until you came aboard,
lost at sea, my soul found the shore.
Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.
Heralding the new
moon I sacrifice
my becoming age
I will sleep now
on hawthorns in bleeding
flames of forest.
Satish Verma
Uh-oh met Oops
made an egregious error
Mistook Oops for Boo-boo
thought a kiss'd make it better
Oops lashed out
called Uh-oh a name
Boo-boo's not cured ~
Is Uh-oh to blame
Were Startled and Cringed
We had become startled and then cringed,
Loser Trump lashed out and was unhinged;
We would wonder,
About his thunder;
His stupid hair looked ugly like it is singed.
Jim Horn
RUNNING into truth
bruises
bi
fur
cated
Flutterbyes
of lashed
luscious Every-Knows
my soul the Blue Morpho
Butterfly my mind laced
black edges my breasts
fluttering bright blue!
:: 07-19-2018 ::
I woke and smiled to hear the rain
That lashed against my window pane.
It rained so hard I laughed with joy
And splashed like I was still a boy.
Perhaps you think I’m quite insane -
But why do people hate the rain?
Too wet to woo
I'm sure a white owl flew across
Car headlights traced his grace
When seen, I always think of Dad
Wise written on his face
The rain lashed down, my love so distant
Too wet to woo, the owl insistent
Through the gate of the dale
flew a garrulous gale
tearing through branch and leaf.
We watch; wait for relief.
Leaves and twigs lie scattered;
blooms from the lawn gathered
into a bowl, displayed,
admired before they fade.
Shame
My foe
you make me
cover my face
when I`m being mocked and
lashed with virulent words,
My legs wobble on the street,
heart racing with unfathomed fear
as if stranded on ~land of vipers,
Unperturbed zeal for success covers you.
See what beauty life expended
Given to my blessed tree
In my glory colored ended
Lashed the wind has taken me
From my place among my brothers
Flying free until we meet
Tumbled aimless all descending
Prone in honor at your feet
can you guess which pumpkin is mine? Barbie says to us.
No idea, lies Auntie Mame, Uncle Henry and my dog Gus.
I roll my hazel eyes at their pretensions, for next to the sink
lies a gorgeous long-lashed-eyed pumpkin completely in pink
Oh the wonderful awe I sense
As the great ocean greets me.
Her rhythm and majesty so intense
yet so soothing and free.
Though my soul may be adrift
or lashed to some calamity
Her waves do tether and are swift
To center my reality
Pained memory A hurt of kind
Inbedded deep This tapeworm of time
Like the distant rings of Saturn
Now on outer edges Once the centers core
Still lashed by length of reach
Peices from the heart
Fed-upon, forevermore
Form:
We sweet children
who came in from the storm
(smoke & lantern hung from roof-beam)
(lashed by frigid torrent; black moor)
came trembling to the foot of your chair
and your eyes flashed & flamed like Death
and you stared at the wall.
Lashed by rain
I sheltered
beneath
its wind bent
height
in its hurl
of leaves
and whip slap
of bark
against
a huge trunk
below
its creak
and rising
roar
to a sudden
crack
in fear
the better
choice
would have been
to get wet.
Storm clouds swirled on high
Thunder crashed, bolts flashed
Orange burned the sky...
Flames of fire on nigh
Eyes stung as rain lashed
Violent winds thrashed
~ March 27, 2021 ~
Tableau 2 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Based on photo #6
Words, dumbstruck
Hushed, stuck
Seething, soundless
Tongue tied, speechless
Still, in a stupefied daze
Lashed by roaring waves
Of silence, pin drop
Strummed a mute song
With echoes across
The entire cosmos
Date Sept14 2016
Name of contest
Contest no201
any theme any form
Max 10 lines
A pretty little rose born in desert land
Growing in torched hot sand
Where loneliness all around
And no company can be found
Lashed by sunlight
Dry out in hot thirsty night
Though don't know why to live
Fragrance it can give
And it will do
Thought I can't smell you
Wednesday 2004
Out in the park, lashed by rain
a girl, heart torn, cried under a hat
there in the ground, buried her Jane
an old brown manx, as flat as a mat
Pound for pound, not pretty but plump
Marcus, the neighbor, two pies, not enough
fast to the market, tripped over a stump
Jane at his feet took her last puff
What has God in me crushed?
Hunger to have things rushed!
Which words of man God hushed?
Ones that made faces flushed,
Where could God have gains slashed?
In account money stashed!
How has He some men thrashed?
When their speeding cars crashed!
Men whom God never lashed:
Those who had promptly blushed.