Short Meandered Poems

under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined



posted on November 7, 2022...

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under a sullen moon
silence hovered
my mind meandered
the two soon
inextricably
entwined


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on March 11, 2025...

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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....

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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.
...

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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' - 3rd place...

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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....

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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....

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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

Posted on September 26, 2022...

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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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Photo: Nearby

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...

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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......

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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....

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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....

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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

~...

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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....

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    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
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"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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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...

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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

Posted on June 18, 2020...

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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?
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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....

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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!...

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While walking on to work this day
I dared to take a gander
At the many faces passing me,
Who, quickly on, meandered.

When, without notice, one looked back
And surely gave me a smile
Then, my tired feet relaxed
And felt could go a mile.

You see, that’s all we need to do,
It’s recognize each other
Give to them that which you want
The love of one another.

So take this truth today and hold it
Near and to your heart
Keep in mind the smile you give
Will give another a start....

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She climbed the hill of daffadils, her hips held a sway. The mountain laurels were in bloom, this bright sunny day. Meandering thru the forest the soft moss felt so light, she suddenly discovered a lovely mushroom site. She was quite happy with her find, the village of mushrooms surrounded by pines. They were off white,   matsutake, if I gather several pounds, how much will they pay? The morel of this story is really not profound, as long as your still on this earth be sure to look around....

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