Short Loosing Poems
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Skewed steak in my clutch
A spicy morsel too much
Loosing sense of touch
By Robb A. Kopp
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To loose or to win
We are existing
Loosing and winning
We are accepting
Nothing to win
Voters,in poll called thing
Counting silver seconds
Loosing teal time
Onyx owl beckons
Clock call is a chime
Karma at it’s prime
Saint or sinner shines
Took a shot Dreams of glory Another loosing ticket For Contest Richard Ferry
Toiled Cinderella
Grooms tighten the corset lace
Graced by birds and bees
Puffed up reddish face
Steps lead to loosing the shoe
Facing the music
Feeling trapped, feeling so lonely yet so lost...
I think I am loosing my mind. I feel as the world, is drowning me with doubt and with so much worries.
Paint the rose down below,
High up in the sky,
Where my doves may fly…
I want to hold there hands,
Embracing what I am,
Loosing my self into the night.
Form:
There once was an honest politician
Always loosing to his opposition
Then he hired some spies
Started telling some lies
Now holds office in a high position
I am grateful for knowing the difference between
losing hope…or choosing hope….
When we lose hope…nothing is possible….
When we choose hope…anything is.
I can eat what I want
All that I want
I am loosing weight
If I can do that
Why I don't need God
(This was said to me by
someone..I thought
how foolish.)
I am loosing.::
My words to winds
My thoughts to birds
My voice to rain
My heart to sky
My soul to earth
My breathe to Butterflies
My sleep to stars
My time to sun
Loving you
Was like smoking a cigarette.
Every laugh and smile
Filling me like a poison,
Every gentle kiss
Consuming part of me.
Loosing myself
With every drag of you.
Amy,
Check out 27
Back to black
Pick up required on the floor of a London flat
Valerie just abandoned her comeback
Farewell sweet raven
You piper of pain
Love is a loosing game
by Wayne Wysocki
There once was a fellow from Blythe
In fear of loosing his life.
He ended his dread
Of winding up dead
When he cut off his head with a knife!
Loudly and quietly, I cry
Making things work, I must try
But nothing works
Pain and anger are what lurks
Loosing slowly I lose the will to live
And if I kill myself, please forgive.
On Alert To Loose Your Shirt
About Trump we must be on alert;
Just may end up loosing our shirt;
Different for sure;
Have to endure;
If female may try to tear off skirt.
Jim Horn
I don't want to know
Or care about the detail's
The only thing I care about
Is whether or not ?
You are ok and alright ?
Otherwise i won't be able to sleep a wink tonight.
Trump Lost His Loose Screws
We were watching latest current news;
Showed Trump loosing his lose screws,
And breath taking;
A loser in making;
Another candidate you should choose.
Jim Horn
"One person in my life,
Makes me feel low,
Taking away from myself,
Loosing all of my desire in my body and in my mind,
In I need help, but recovery is too rare for me."
Copyright © Daniel Stafford |
To eat or not to eat
That is the question
Loosing weight nicely
Despite hungry suggestions
Ignoring my tummy’s growl
Means my figure won’t be fowl
So I’ll just write of food
Delay eating an hour or two
My head spins
My eyes roll
I am going through the motions
Tongue is dry
Loosing my breath
I am going through the motions
Walking through with no gazes
The path seems never ending
I am going through the motions
Tiny crystals
loosing' her mother
falling' on petals
beauty further
dark skies
thundering' sounds
nail bites
fearing' found
so it falls
off from sky
man, short or tall
got back the smile
He sits
atop his lonely perch
observing,
studying’
writing
of her beauty
loosing his heart
upon the wind
dreaming
of one poetic kiss
finding her.
©8/8/2018
for Late August 2018 Standard Poetry Contest
Starving from no affection Fighting back from mass infection Sending signals to find my direction Shouting out to my selection Seems again I have to make a correction A million miles from perfection
S weet smile, stretched so superbly circular
M akes mood mellow, Mary go make him some more!
E ighth extract gone in a blur
L ike Lady Lydia licking her liquor.
L ookout! Leaking lather loosing out of the Monsieur!!