Short Matches Poems
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blue book
of black matches
with purple tips
a flame
to a smoke
then a drag
i relish
exhale slow
and drag again
Form:
Sitting on the sun
Pretending there is no light
Who's got the matches
This is fun, I'm playing dumb
How soon are we gonna jump
No matter how many times
you set the world on fire
Never forget
— where you store the matches
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Head's the dynamite
Neck's the fuse, lips the matches
Night to dawn stretches
For firestarters dancing,
Their trigger fingers happy
Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches
the blue sky matches
the soft blue of the ocean
skyline broken by
bluish grey mountains between
... some still bearing white capped tips
I proudly represent my cohort
now that I'm aging in place
The gray matter that makes up my brain
matches the gray flecks on my face
Missing you, the grey sky matches my mood -
head down, I pass daffodils
and brighten at the sight...
written 22nd March for Constance's kimo contest
All green that matches
The world
Your guys are the stares
You have travel the world
From far and near
You help everyone to live
You big smile
Help the world
Form:
Someone looks special
And unique
Someone carries your happiness
Matches your dreams
Someone lingers in your mind
Impacts on your heart
And stays there forever
hot liquid
bubbling cauldron...
witches brew
sulphuric acid
nostrils flare...
matches ignite
lava overflows
on mountain crevice...
blister patch
for PD's contest
Rubio, the scripted line
Chris has strongly suggested he had better refine
pull it out of your pocket
only when the question posed approximately matches your docket.
When decorating, please ensure that
you wear some old clothes and a hat
the colour choice matters
in case the paint splatters
so pick something that matches your cat.
A pyromaniac named Jack,
Who hailed from the town of Hackensack,
Decided one day,
with matches he’d play
He’s a mummy now, flat on his back!
spring's soft essence floats
filling the air with perfume
none matches your scent
my apple tree in the pines
your sweet blossoms spring to life
My nail polish matches turquoise streak on the menthol cigarette.
My mood matches the greenish mint blue color of my cuticles.
My day going by as long as nail polish had to dry.
Dragons in the old days, when burning up a knight,
Had to blow hot air, lighting matches to ignite.
To make a fire from a damsel's liberator,
Today's dragon uses an incinerator.
Reached mountain top, snow falling,
getting colder, lost my rope,
nowhere to go, but down,
running out of food, no
matches left, thin air
doing me in.
written 5-12-11
The color of my eyes that matches my hair is my fashion
It is all in my passion
My flowing blue dress with my 3inch high heels, may not be your fashion
Don't hate on my love and passion
Tear
into me,
mold with your scratches;
Carve away all the excess;
Sculpt,
reshape the left over bits;
Take heed with matches;
My crux chokes
air.
We are boxes of matches,
Some crammed with chances,
Some rattle th last few,
Some too chafed to spark a new flame,
Some crumbled with th rain,
My last matchstick,
I want to strike it for you.
Soft and gentle like a morning dove's coo
perched on a branch he knows what to do
Feathery little thing of white and blue
matches the skies, with perfected hue
I fell in love,
With an idea,
But Idea's wont keep you warm at night
So chilled to the bone,
I fumbled for a match,
And like most little girls who play with matches,
I wound up engulfed in flames.
How much positive phosphorus is in a human body?
I hear the facts in tiny whispered scientific snatches
Stated by a biologist named Mr. John T. Roddy
Each of us has enough to make twenty-two hundred matches
this swirl of emotional paint
has left my walls offset
the colors change at moments faint
so nothing matches yet
i see if i'm to finish this
my supplier must be
a type of artist with a twist
of uniformity