Short Lily White Poems

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Premium Member Heart Shadow

lily-white sunlight I've discovered my cool spot~ shadow of fine heart
Written: March 17, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Fight

Paint me a picture lily white
Showing how struggle fought the night
Through the dark of agony’s smite
Into the arms of Christ, delight.
Form: Rhyme

Heaven 2022

As soon as God lifted the veil
An angel appeared beyond pale
So bright lily white
My toes curled in fright
And even worse, she was a male!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member March Daughters


March arrives 
With lily white eyes
Cotton styled on wind tossed piles
Her lilac daughters, made of water
Gently form leaves on greening trees
Form: Rhyme

Politicians

Frolicking in the mud resembling pigs,
pots and kettles calling the other black,
hypocrites acting like lily-white saints,
yet no far better than idiotic hacks.
Form: Verse


Premium Member For Your Sake

Listen to poem:
For your sake I will warm up
the weaselly words
to downplay the fiery spirit
of cold straight and raw poesy juice.
I will serve it blood hot, 
warmed up,
hand-cupped with love,
in wily, lily white bowls.

Premium Member Uncle Sam Gets Slammed

Yes, indeed. Alright. I'm lily-white
    all 9+ feet of me, a tricolor sight

  But now I'm 'racist' and 'insensitive'
    because 'brown pigment I lack'
  
  A half-nelson applied to my aching 'red-neck'
    Cry 'UNCLE,' they scream, the political hacks

Faith Taught By a Rabbit

The Rabbit so lily white,
an' eyes light an' bright
as emerald that glows
wins all Eternal shows!

Creature pure an' clean,
feeding on mere green
is a marvel of Creation-
an' unrivalled perfection.

Though daily I fed thee
Faith you've taught me!

JM
Form: Rhyme

Fear

I imagine you with the ten inch chef’s knife honed to razor edge

My eyes closed against the fear within, weeping for the danger without.

Your tender silk soft hand clenched tight ‘round the haft, a lily white wedge

Raised above my chest as I sleep, to plunge right down, hoping that I do not shout.
Form: Rhyme

Turkey Drop

The circle of lily white feet,
dorm girls,
like birds that flew the coop,
planning that dreaded strategic move,
the Turkey drop,
as new boyfriends came out of the woodwork,
even the local military men
stationed near the college town,
whispered a brighter promise than the home town dullness
that was fading
like a ghost of Christmas past.

Premium Member lily-white flower

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   if thuh flower'z in thuh 
              prairie
               solus
      does one hear it's
           abscission
      thuh drop uv it's
             corrolla
               slide
             bounce
                roll
            top thuh
       kentucky grass
              clover
              earth

                my
Form: Epigram

The Skylark

Ayoo, ayooeh 
Above the blue day 
A sound of wings, a shudder    
Song of currents swell  
Thousand moons have fell 
Into these many waters 

Ayoo, ayooai 
Sky bird says goodbye 
To the youthful lily white
Grass of many blades 
Sky of many shades 
Goodbye, whispers he, goodnight 



-For Dr. Mehta's The Alouetee contest
Form: Rhyme

Sword

Sword
I dream of clawing red lines
Down you’re back of lily white snow
Of your tender shoulder and throat
I love your naughtiness, your vanity, your shame
And running fingers furtively through
Your red lion’s mane
Hating myself for loving you
As you stab me repeatedly
Your sword of lust and pain so hard and shrewd
Both night and day
Even as it brings me death
As surely as I lay
Form:

Sleeping Awake

EVEN as the bleak fields burn,
even as my Soul alone sings;
The feeling of living brings
solace for the poor minds
of my private brain.

AND the memories (the memories)
of many a days that never existed
now wander through the land;
Time a hand, my own lily white
and nowhere to Scream to Scream,
"I am not from here or this Land!"
   no gloom
  no doom
 no room
to die!

:: 01-30-2017 ::

Parting Is Not Sweet Sorrow

Loathing tomorrow, 
Your expected departure 
Cuts me to the quick 
Survival is uncertain 
Without you to protect my heart 

I've both loved and hated you 
For being my source 
Of pleasure and pain 
But I never wanted 
To be without you 
Not for an instant 

Our life together is over 
And painful as the thought may be 
I know our parting 
Is for the best 

What more can I say except 
Good-bye my lovely 
Lily-white breast
© Kay Caputi  Create an image from this poem.

To My Motherland

Where purple saffron's colors make antique delight.
            
                     Moonshine of lily white and doves stand on soil.
  
                     Green fields smile in glorious and spark with light.
  
                    Sweet song of blue merge our hearts.

                        Ah! She is the queen of all lands.
   
                       This land of our birth,
         
                        OUR MOTHER LAND!!!!

Premium Member Ides of March

breeze with green leaves compose new melodies 
wild bamboos play fluent flute ---
ballet dance of flowers

Bluebells painted sky canopy curls furls
lily white clouds form world maps ---
sun feels shy of shining

birds and beasts play around in merriment
bees and flies fresh nectar hunt ---
snakes end hibernation 

golden glitters spread around land and seas
smiles of heaven seen on earth ---
dead seeds resuscitate


05 April 2022
Form: Kimo

A Beauty Mark

Your a beauty mark, that marks the ugly earth.

Your beautiful smile framed upon this earth.

One graciously place upon your birth.

A touch from this beauty seems to sooth my earth.

A body marked by divine tools and separated from the plain.

Never for once i felt you disdain.

Oh beauty, oh beauty ,i see in your image.

One that shines beyond earthly percentage. 

A beauty sublime separated from others.

One that rest with me beneath lily white covers.

Premium Member So

Is that the same habitual pain 
The one I didn’t expect 
To reappear once again
Like fume of menthol cigarette
I smoked ten thousand days ago
When snow was blooming lily-white
And withered leaves were whirling slow
Across the dimmed sunlight 
I thought to make a worthy plan
Before the winter’s timelessness
It wasn’t superstitious then
More likely, a result of stress 
It’s back, in luxury edition
Which is expanded overseas 
Am I to live under suspicion?
I cannot bear all this.
Form: Rhyme

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