Short Meandered Poems
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under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Ruffled woodpecker in her orange and pink dress
Hopping up and down, drilling on a cookie press.
Dancing to her own melody, a jackhammer’s song.
I see and I smile, glad I meandered along.
I woke early this November morning
just before shadows fell at day's dawning.
In a drizzling shower this Autumn day,
I meandered through a mist filled meadow
where wild roses drank the morning dew.
Her future foretold by random gypsies
Tippy meandered east to Poughkeepsie
She fell in love there
Grew out her blonde hair
Took a liking to drink ~ now she’s ‘Tipsy’
beneath a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on January 10, 2025 to BRIAN STRAND'S contest 'A 2025 POSTED POEM' - RANKED 3RD
T’was in the dead of night I wandered
drifting lonely as a log.
Down the river I meandered
without a friend, on through the fog.
While I staggered to my bitter end
I thought of you, waiting around the bend.
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025
The rain continues to plummet and fall
And the gray of the day looks like it will never go away.
I long for the boisterous blue of a hot summer’s day.
It seems our shy sun has wandered and meandered astray
From today’s and tomorrow’s forecast much to my dismay.
I feel gifted.
Many tools I received at birth.
Many more I have gained
As I’ve meandered on this earth
Why do I feel this gives me a license
To think I’m better than most
But still I do,
This is my curse
Since this started a long time ago
I think it’s time, to eulogize my ego.
Wake me not for here I slumbered
Intent to dream on days I have not numbered
Natural to the logic of sinister time
Shame it was, the way you meandered
Over my heart like callous pebbles. Slime
Me with frivolous perceptions, and I slandered,
Emasculated, forgive you still for being blind.
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Winter Memory
Winter has passed
Snow melted away
But, the air was fresh
So beautiful, that day
Water meandered
Through the trees
In a quietness
That brought such ease
Winter's beauty spreads far
To distant mountains there
I look, I watch and wander
Finding beauty everywhere
Heidi Sands
7/29/19
In this dream...
Scream -- the figment of a dream, but so much more
Confusion rakes my brain, closes each door
Right from the start, he has meandered through my visions
Empty and cold, I find him making my decisions
Adding painful secrets that stain my real life...and there's
Much more to come...with the force of a knife...
In this dream of reality...
All life I wandered,
In search of vague meandered,
But when I pondered,
Said my long subdued heart’s voice:
Unknot all knots, mute all noise.
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Tanka |15.12.2022| life, journey
Poet’s note: Is it not how the journey of life we travel? One step forward, two back and never straight forward! But mind is full of knots. Always listen to heart.
Light kissed the buds of mallow
And welcomed an autumn bloom;
The cups that'd lain so shallow
Sprung forth and blushed anew.
It meandered as flowing water
Over the peaks one by one -
Spilling into a tankard
And joining more in tandem.
Every sparkle on the mounds
That captures my curious eye
Is one of some polished diamonds
For me to gaze at and sigh.
The maples blushed attempting to outshine
the flamboyant forsythias.
Willows wept strands of puce pollen.
The air lay damp, ponderous, pregnant
with the promise of peonies.
The mulched ground was pierce with spears of hyacinths;
crowned with dancing daffodils
and fragrant hyacinth.
The sweet ripe smell of manure meandered
through the freshly turned soil;
steaming in the morning mist.
~
I wandered about her
winding words
and whispered wishes,
strolled between her
somber stanzas and
passionate phrases,
lingered in her drifting
sunsets of amethyst skies,
meandered beneath her
clouded days and
sunrise kisses,
while walking through
each wonderful world
her thoughts had created
until I found myself
desperately lost…
which was my hope
all along
~
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I meandered into the night
And the night was dazed, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I composed until the verses
Trickled over southern hills
And my heart was mourning, too.
I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So with my once blithe soul
shapeless like a human without bones,
I sauntered into the dawn
To find a new, vanilla love.
The years meandered ‘long ‘til I hit twenty
dreams of fame, girls and money
Married too young, I was a jerk
tethered now, to the daze of work
Lost in their haze, decades sped by
spent a fortune, wondering why
Finally quit, seventy nearly
my body’d paid ever so dearly
And yes, the years meander once again
in a comfy rocker ~ with paper and pen
"You have left my side but, you will never leave my heart."
Quote _Unknown
I found a pet cemetery while exploring,
and meandered thinking of my own pets gone;
I read meaningful inscriptions for cats and dogs,
that were so full of love that they made me cry.
Oh yes, if love could have saved my pets
they would still be with me and not a memory.
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On the outskirts of Kyoto I meandered as in a dream through a summertime forest intoxicated by a surreal scent of magnificence ~
sea of vibrant green
bamboo trees
rattling in my mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Union Station, Washington, D.C., 2026
A lazy bunch of
worthless pogues,
the old, disgruntled
soldier cried,
leaning on his cane
as he made his way
through Union Station.
The National Guard
meandered around—
laughing, talking,
and looking at their phones.
“I bet you’ve never
seen a day of combat,
never had bullets fired
at you on a mission.
Yet you will brag
about the war you wage
against your own people.”
The magic of mimosa meandered,
In her mystical mind and on the mirror.
Mesmerizing moments of men!
With mannish kindness they kissed her hands
and dainty, debutante fingers
Masculine too, having merciful manners
Musicality and poetry, a mighty mix.
The moon shed musical tunes midst the mimosa.
Moving down sweet memoir’s corridors.
To waltz, in mighty halls, with golden etched walls.
12/4/2022
Ephemera, a short lived life
of cherished times before the strife
meandered into detritus
with depth enough to bury thus
beneath the memories with spite.
Photographs torn up by his wife,
the shreds did cut him like a knife,
and nevermore did he discuss
ephemera!
Will his life soon be free from rife,
will he discern a golden fife
to lead him on without a fuss,
down new pathways where he can trust
treasure in the scraps of his life's
ephemera?
She gazed into the stars
looking at heavenly bodies
as they slowly meandered
across the the darken sky
picking out various star clusters
and locating bright shining planets
watching the sky slowly move
like a giant wheel
turning
resembling a silent clock
with imaginary hands
with each new upcoming hour
it slowly moved in motion
all in precision like clockwork
same route year after year
like time the forward motion
will continue on for millions of years.
Some time later I returned to Lake Norman,
not as an underdressed yet fearless sailor-man,
but as myself, passing through Davidson
late on a June Sunday afternoon
on my way to visit Duke University.
How lazy and peaceful it was that day!
How calmly the students meandered about
the innocent, quiet campus!
How cheerful the squirrels! How happy the clouds!
How glorious the sunset!
How small the world became at that moment
compared to the vastness of stormy days long since past!