Short Lightened Poems
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Pronounce me lightened,
ethereal wind in wings~
Blow my feathers thus
with slippery zippers closed
to lift me above the sky
Stars
compose
beautiful
letter on sky
to beautify world space.
Lightened home greets
earthly lives
to love
light.
-September 12, 2018 Chattogram
yellow meadowlark
offering sweet melodies
atop a fencepost
my mood suddenly lightened
I stroll toward the woodland
Written May 23, 2022
Martin and Lewis two funny fellas
A crazy person and singer from the 50s era
Movies were hits
Two silly twits
Lightened things up after World War II terror
Count the shadows
one by one,
lightened by a brilliant sun,
fragile as a spider's spun.
On the floor the shadows spread,
like a glooming ancient net,
like a picture from the past,
so unique,
but will not last.
Awkward blushes -- sweet qoutings
of words unspoken,
each lightened pause awaits, 61....
Glances shy, as hearts pour a thrill
beneath blue clouds
puppy-eyed as we are.
Micropoetry Contest
8 Aug 15
136 count
Flowers bloom in your smile
A heart is lightened
A face is crowned
A day is brightened
And colored with ease
Just because you smile at me.
10/12/2021
BITE SIZE POETRY #23 CONTEST
SPONSOR LINE GAUTHIER
the sun throwing shade
the leaves all turned and they left
the sky remains blue
the sun cast shadows
the leaves are turning colors
the sky lightened blue
the sun bled gold mauve
the leaves mimicking the sun
the white sky falling
A swamp-still water
Weighed down of sorrows'
Winter-long stare
Does what of this now
Reflective bare.
Hearts, re-lit as twere.
A far sky-swept bird's;
In snipe; ibis.
And those, now lightened.
As glad for this!
banyule wetlands
When outside it is raining
inside of me my soul bathes
in exaltation...
When the sun shines, my soul is lightened
in tenderness...
At divine moments , my heart
touched in rapturous inspiration,
it creates the most genuine poetry... !
a little candle to be for me
my room will be lightened
there are not any empty dreams not
which wave goes not to shore
in your opinion
you says like impossible
in roads there is a difference
go-return
We knows from every step
For some the weight of the land will task a heavy load
A load so hand to bear
Although it may be lightened with many hands to share
Not just hands against the doughts nor floods and fires faced
But a hand upon the shoulder
With understanding placed
Monalisa, a smile of greed
Over her lightened cheek she
Never think of you, only her creed
Alone, to you under feet
Letting you know, she's inhuman
Industriously, depending on thy sweat
Secretly, plotting to leave you afloat
Above imagination, is she human?.
Between you and me,
There are..
a distance that can't be passed by airplanes,
a darkness that can't be lightened by the Sun
and a mixed group of rocks and wild animals
that aren't used to listen to music or breed pigeons.
But we can meet, and we will surely meet!
Cleared of all voices
This forested space.
Left with one's thoughts, and the peace
Of a holy place.
Each, a plume weighing.
And lightened, doubly
Through what, for the living God
Who's heart, solace grants
Is felt, blows and flows, enchants.
Not inappreciably!
Staring at her hips, my tie flips
As a button drops through my neck--
What a mess; but she did confess
I was grinning sans ego’s flair!
For Nette Onclaud ,My Poetic Response
Qoute # 2 : ‘The burden of the self is lightened
with I laugh at myself.”
17th Jan 2016
Longing to be told the journey is at head. By green leaves whispers, cold streams running chills gently on my feet, the brickwalls, sound of familiar voices, paths always felt. With eyes closed and heart opened, raising my mind and lightened my body, all to find the way back Home.
A single white rose
remains in her garden
as if guarding her last breath
and the laugh that lightened
a garden into a legendary
sanctuary of sacred place,
lengthening time
and creating memories
of precious moments
that passing time cannot erase~
still marked to remind
by a single white rose.
Pinpoints of lightened tones blush in grace
with impressionistic smudges…
ornate yet mellow like hues
glistening fine textures
on Monet’s lattice,
breathing alive
as I soak
in his
oil !
………….
Brian Strand's Contest No 219, Max 14 lines
Painting: Pathways in Monet's Garden
In Giverny 1902
The luminous winds of the sky
are love-coated with passion.
Passion hidden in solitude,
concealed for eternity,
under heaven's rules.
The everlasting jubilation
of freedom doesn't compare
to our God-given air.
The mid-lightened setting,
of the days aftermath,
which mesmerizes many-a-people
weakened by the desperation of love.
would be best
if our actions and tongues
spoke the same language
would be best
if our actions our words
truly expressed
would be best
if our words honestly
professed
would be blessed
our personal lives
our politics
if all the lies
were aired
and addressed
Lightened by truth
before one's soul is weighed
and processed
We talked,
But I wasn't heard,
We walked,
But you scattered,
We built,
But you destroyed,
I thought,
But you acted,
We were determined,
But you exterminated...
You were blind,
I was sighted,
You were darkened,
I was lightened,
I was myself,
You weren't yourself...
I was lone,
No one cared.
I was ignored,
No one cared,
About my emotions...
The end of all things, an uncertain road?
To ignoble ends, reduced to mere bone,
To journey beyond, into the unknown,
To return to harvest seeds past sewn,
Or glorify Him, who lightened the load,
the end of all things…
—————
for the Bitesize Poem No.53 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written on 10/13/22
Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks?
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!
Does anybody still play pranks
To honor April Fools’?
It used to be a date when people
Messed with all the rules.
The press would often publish
Stores that were clearly fake.
We laughed about that once, but now
There’s just too much at stake.
It’s sad to find that humor
Lately, more than not, provokes,
When in the past we lightened up,
On April Fools’, with jokes.