Short Lighthearted Poems

lighthearted laughter
rises from the bar
dark corners hide sorrow...

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wrinkled ruddy face
a lighthearted imbiber
drowned pickled liver...

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scintillating wings
spinning fairies sparkle green
sets my heart laughing...

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lighthearted 
rain
what
pitter-patters
in 
your 
heart 
and
let
the
lighthearted rain
splash 
upon 
those 
cloudy dreams...

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You’d think when you die
the line ends
that you can’t see no more
hear
feel
let alone walk; 
you’d think death would be quite sure of itself
wouldn’t you?...

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Angelic smile so innocent
Neon soul glows within it
Green growth day by day
Emerald eyes in baby’s face
Little lavender lighthearted laughs
Smiles for miles always glad...

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Childhood
Immature humans
Learning about adulthood
Playful, frolicsome, lighthearted anticipation,
Young.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain...

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Rain it comes but in plenty
Tearing down tears and gentry
As it rolls don to fall
I get the feeling of an abhorr
A abhorr why?
Because life saddens me a thats why.
To think that rain with it's name
Could huddle away all our worries and 
Leave us lighthearted and suavey!...

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No matter you are seventy or seventeen 
Life has promises in store n' is full of sheen 
Come out of your gloomy den
Mix with jolly, lighthearted men
Wear a smile, steer clear of all your care 
In the merry round of life, have a share

Bite Size Poem. No. 28. Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Line Gauthier...

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Competence adheres to truth
The affliction begins to throb
Fracturing the enchantment
Paralyzing compassion

Yearning for the illusion
To break from the mind
Materialize into undeniable
Ensure the lighthearted

Initiation of dissipation
Retention collapsing
Reality emerges
Ecstasy subsides

A feared colloquy
An aphotic chasm ensues
Suffocation in isolation
The curse of infatuation...

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I do not know if this is odd
but for me, most times
I do not feel the need 
to write a poem that rhymes
I generally find 
you see
that when that writing bug has bit
rhyming is not my go to proclivity 
‘cos when I do  
have something to say
rhyming very often
just gets in the way. 
so I’ll leave you with
this little thought
if my poem doesn’t rhyme
does that mean it’s all for nought....

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Rein Drops

The reindeer were pulling for Santa
They struggled to get past a canter
He said they were flying
Like ducks that were dying
But that was just lighthearted banter

But what Santa wasn’t to know
Was Rudolph was gasping to go
His guts started grumbling
Then, excrement tumbling
He pebble-dashed Ontario



1 December 2018
For Carolyn Devonshire’s
Christmas Limerick contest...

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Fragments of moonlight illuminated 
the lighthearted waves of fluttering leaves,
as the breeze cradled them in its sainted
web it was spinning round with shifting weaves.
With unspoken disagreement weighted 
down by possessive boughs on autumn's eves.

Like a thief the wind was overflowing 
with brown leaves turning swiftly departing


5/11/2017


Poetry Contest: Form O - Only One - 
 
Sponsored by: Broken Wings...

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Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket
The red tip of my own nose.
Their lime green imagination
Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe.
Her silver dollar face raises hellfire
Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts.
Goodnight to the lucky cat
Who kisses my cheek with his prose.
Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass
While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze.
The weight of dreams lifted off my shoulders
By the kiss of conciousness on my nose....

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I am a watermelon
with no meter or rind.

Counting syllables
like one, two, three...

Some beats make me sweet.
Some rhythms make me salty.

Four, three, two...

Some poets prefer
a non-rhyming peach
whose lines taste better than mine.

One, two, three…

Please don’t cry.

Four, three, two…

I’m still here
and I hope you’re
doing just fine.

A real Peach
never says goodbye.


Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
13 February, 2019...

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Perfectly imperfect, life is just ironic,
   part of it quite tragic, most of it plain comic,
oftentimes it's inane, other times heroic;


   in lighthearted, shallow ways it can be profound,
      its riddles' answers are never finally found,
   its years, too long or too short to go around;


      like a preschool play, innocently hilarious,
         it's bunglings can be so happily spontaneous,
      naive and sincere, just joyfully erroneous!...

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The populace is longing for spring
not realizing that they are wishing 
their time spent.  Upset with the Winter sting,
they won't let Winter just vent, soon enough
the snow will be gone, and winter will be done;
giving way to spring showers and
sporadic sunny days providing
nourishment for blooming flowers.
Birds return from their southern trek
singing their songs as if they had never departed
New life surrounds us everywhere
Making days a little more lighthearted...

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A robin perched upon a branch
outside my living room window
His lighthearted disposition
roused within me a reverie.
 With eyes closed firmly I conjured
a heretofore different scene:
A naked limb laden with snow
and a cold loneliness prevailed
gazing through a closed, frosted pane…
My eyes opened, the thrush was gone
no trace vestige of abstract snow 
though out of sight his song was heard
Cheerio, Cheeriup, tut tut !! 
from outside my open window....

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