Short Lengthened Poems
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I chased a shadow up a sunlit hill,
it lengthened every time I thought it near.
By dusk, I learned pursuit obeys no will:
what flees the hand is never caught by fear.
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With a new honesty,
I began to write
As the fog was cleared,
liberating my sight
From lies and confusion,
the wrongs became right
My days now lengthened,
—turning darkness to light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
The woods were quiet yesterday
I ambled through in lengthened stay
I heard no chatter, hoot or tweet
The only sound my leaden feet
Tree leaves were still, no shadows danced
No bullfrogs echoed morning chants
For in this woodland reverie
The animals were watching me
The shadows darkly lengthened
From the casement to the door
As nightfall was descending
We slow danced across the floor
Wish night would last forever
In remembrance of our love
Our engagement to treasure
Finish line in seven
Nette Onclaud
Number. 3
5/17/20
In lengthened shadows of time
Echoes sound of lost words chime
Waves of forgotten sunrays
Poured on my disarrayed days
Time that had taste of old name
Chime gliding through inert game
Sunrays seived unfolded thoughts
Days of yore dance in blue dots
28/03/2019
I'll wait for you, such as days gone by
I'll wait for you until the sun no longer sets in the sky
This long dreary day might be lengthened by years
But I'll stay right here forgetting the tears
Our souls are connected and yours will get restless
Go a head and give in, and let your soul drift to mine
Why are you waiting? We're losing so much time
On a rainy gray Friday
I sat and thought of you;
thought of prices paid
just for your company;
thought of lonely days,
silent days, lengthened days,
with no sight or sound of you.
It’s not the past I fear,
but the future I dread.
A future with no certainty
except of pain and longing,
never satisfied, eased only
for moments, reappearing
stronger for the respite.
Submitted Aug 30, 2016
Unspoken, unwriiten
Subtle strong demand
'A baby boy is it'
Frantic efforts
Pained in shame and silence
Turgid with trauma
Incomplete, insecured
Tried the seventh time
She must have a baby boy'
Sick and tired
Pulling through the ninth month
Lengthened labour, heightened pains
Haemorhage heralded horror
Ceasarian section
'is a baby boy!!'
'A baby boy at last!'
A motherless baby boy!!
She sits quietly, staring at the fire
Lost in a world of reflection
Lines upon her face
Softened by the caress of time
Shadows of her years have lengthened
Her memories play upon the flames
A husband, taken, still held dearly
Children, raised, taught to fly
Silver strands, speak of many seasons
Shining softly in the fires glow
A crown bestowed upon this weary lady
Who rests now, a rocker for her throne
Well, the path lengthened out
past any horizon
the crickets and cicadas
firing up their sweet strings
We headed toward heaven
that late afternoon
thin lines of sweat o'er our lips
fingertips poised to kiss
when the rains came
our jackets torn off
maneuvering for advantageous position
steam floating o'er faraway plains
~ August 16, 2021 ~
A Brian Strand 2 to 14 line Poetry Contest
February’s Fate
January’s cold breath
whispers an icy farewell
smirks amid the snowflake confetti
swirling in her passing.
February, dances gleefully
Punxsutawney Phil’s shadow
darkens the edges of spring
defies the lie of lengthened days.
She is a spite filled wily vixen,
tawny temptress of the temperate
at odds with her frigid fate
shedding the hardened tears of Winter’s lust.
John G. Lawless
1/31/2017
Sunbeams hang as they are downed
This fall's Twilight is where I'm found
Here I be with my lengthened shadow
Standing on God’s still warm ground
Through bare branches streams the light
Here I wait with growing fright
What portends is cold n' snow
Inside winter's approaching night
The sun’s last word has not been said
This eve is not the time I dread
For now the sun is strong with glow
This air is warm, summer's not dead
9/18
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night wind's chafing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in.
Facing east, car's window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be.
This tree sat alone in a large pasture and was a sight to behold.
Listen to poem:
Leaf's Life
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew.
2019 October 06
*1st Place*
October Contest 45 or Less Words
~~Caren Krutsinger
i burn
i indulge in the fire
of my slitherin ride into you
indescribable warmth
that touches,
smoothens the
toughness in me
and conjures up
libidinous urges
that cannot be smothered
i am distraught
nothing has ever felt
so prodigiously agreeable
my wobbly hand
slides slowly along
the evenness of your
long, velvety arm
sure as you and i
are there
the ephemeral bliss
that is supposed to be
is lengthened
drawn out
to fulfill our
handsome desire
to be one
The tree
That “Britches” Sees
1-21-2012
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night Wind’s chaffing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in;
Facing east, car’s window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be;
The sea was calm, the shore silent,
No echoes resonated there,
A walk along the ocean meant
To cleanse the soul and lay it bare;
As shadows lengthened, they strolled on,
No feelings stirred, no words spoken,
What they had before was now gone,
What was left was all that's broken;
No memories rang through the shore,
No relationship left to care,
They drifted apart more and more,
No love echo returned to share.