Short Meshed Poems
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Two forms
Love intertwined
Meshed together
Ecstasy united
Passion between a couple
Blissful sex
Russell Sivey
Form Vignette
Feet glued to your welcome mat,
our fingers meshed like Velcro
and pieces of our shattered hearts
haphazardly taped together;
my tears and your fidgeting
weaken the adhesive,
yet, we do not—
can not—
move.
We're scars meshed together
Crisscrossing each other
Meeting at forbidden points
Let's meet at the wake
Line up to console the ones left behind
We're stars that burned too bright
Worn out yet leaving our fragments behind
I
vow
to you
this day forth
my full devotion
my heart belongs to only you
our souls meshed beyond terrestrial promises
these exchanged rings symbolizing our mortal union and consecrated destiny
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The Tinsil
Tinsil,
I will.
Deeply,
Brightly.
Colours,
Flowers.
Strands meshed,
Refreshed.
Sizes,
Guises.
Splashed on,
Neurone.
Happy,
Sparkly.
Whole house,
Fast mouse.
Dresses,
Guesses.
Repost,
The toast.
You in soft focus
beneath a night-fall
of jasmine,
hands freckled
from planting sunlight.
The leaf and vine
of a meshed sensoria
mask more than
a wrinkle or two.
At last it is okay
to be these veteran actors
in a love story.
The world will survive
another day
of our bruised fruit.
There is a flame
in her painted red mouth.
I'm doused in the gasoline
of self doubt.
Together we make a forest fire
out of a glint on an incense tip.
A slighting remark
turns into a chain argument
spreading fast across town.
The dragon lady and I
meshed in anger and hatred
of a burning world.
ENGRAVISTA
en relief
intaglio planar
grounded
spur-like aquinted
grained
messaging
of defined
contour
en register
meshed
toothed
burnished
etched
dry painted
playground
in stippled
precision
stopped out
imperious
masks
dense& painterly
serigraphs
Men have become dead souls
Hungry for his own flesh
Striking bonds
while stacking bones
Relinquishing the second vow to the almighty
Now hallowed
Dried up to the deep
Only hearing the sacred bellowing
Amidst the depth
From scattered scrolls
Meshed together piece by piece
With a call to herald the naughty souls
Form:
You in soft focus
beneath an eventide,
hands freckled
from planting sunlight.
The leaf and vine
of a meshed sensoria
colors me in.
My eyes are meshed
trace me out
in your twilit garden.
At last it is okay
to be these veteran actors
in our own love story.
We are bruised fruit
yet starlight paints
us anew.
You smile in me.
broken strings
on your guitar
no longer get repaired
and rough songs
lay scattered
'cross your room
you're not here
where lattes
where cappuccinos
meshed with your tales
of soul, of sex
and reparations
your dream
came by today
a thirst for those stories
that brought us joy
that brought us tears
clinging to their faces
Like the perfection of flame and candle
My perfume flirts with your cologne
A Sensory journal, viscously travelling
Every part, turning my inside out
Light softens to the burning wick
As we lay welded together – meshed
Our minds run free into moments
Reflections with words and expression
Marvel at where our thoughts take us
Into hours until we fall pleasantly asleep
Attracted to his accent and his lean physique,
he followed her home when they met on that street.
She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter.
Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder.
He spoke in short calculated phrases.
Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages..
There are times when words aren't really needed when the
pull of passion is so heated..
I feared you might shun my embrace,
and the way my arms hold you tight.
But, I caught a glimpse of your face
and was reassured all was right.
Sharing a smile,
hearts on trial.
And I saw you increase your pace,
not letting me out of your sight.
And my heartbeat began to race
as we rendezvous late at night.
With hopes refreshed,
desires meshed.
(Posie)
8/7/2018
the delicate fabric rends
once intricately meshed
carefully woven together by loving hands
beautifully it hangs
the cloth, pleasing to the eye
colorful hues in a fashionable design
underneath--tattered and shredding
worn from friction and resistance
strings now falling on the ground
the delicate fabric rends
once intricately woven
carefully meshed together by loving hands
now frayed and flawed....threadbare
Crazy; just
unyielding lust aflight which was restrained
Escaping love for life
It flirts isistently with the wind
of the breath that is,
my life
Hurling mysteries grand to be told to oneself,
Until overwhelming truths will cease to be part of your youth,
Feel past, present, future drives meshed so clear this very time,
Then you may see all that you know, all that you are, not very far
by n. sorokan
take care
be fair
yourself
your health
your dress
no mess
all's fine
you shine
your date
your fate
good night
delight
back home
on phone
refreshed
you meshed
adored
you scored
first place
won race
took care
you're there
read eye's
both wise
loves true
her, you
now you
are two
Take Care of Yourself First Poetry Contest, sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
07/14/18
The flow you bestow
makes all structure go
with spirit-popping visions
stalking from my mind
like henchmen, soul-blind
forcing destructive collisions.
Molecules vibrate
this atomic plate
until tissues charge right through
the fiber of all
meshed tight to enthrall
within this cosmic rendezvous.
Why I fail to see
pending gravity
bearing down upon my head
baffles patron saints
with cursing complaints
insisting I'm already dead.
Nothing lasts, only memory remains
and even they, fade into distant grays stained,
blends of pale whites, burnished black
rubbed in the shine of towering dusk churning plaque,
clouded skies meshed beyond the light of the sun
to undo what morning had first begun.
Each step was taken in silhouette inflations
faded to shadows cast against a struggled flirtation
where time passes into a stagnating display
the mix of every shade of palest gray.
each finger intertwined
palms touching
veins bulging from our wrist
clasped together in desire
a moment uninhibited
so intimate a gesture
hand holding
as kids crossing the road
it felt safe
as pubescent teens
signaling a crush
with a soul mate
sharing life
exploring and learning
every inch of the other
with each finger tip
time passed
with wrinkles and scars
joined in passion
of a different complexion
having lived meshed
like intertwined fingers
tall
bearded
introspective
kind
he came unexpectedly
tendered his book
then sat waiting
for our offering
stayed for poetry
meshed with the band
like a soft, quiet rain
on a warm summer evening
vacated his spot
with no fanfare
but in our anthology, a legacy
a song of love to Catherine
You Are My World
a collection of Haiku
and in his book
a touch of peace for a moment
Surrender
Surrender to all am and all I’m not
All the memories and those I forgot
Surrender to where I am and the void
Places of beauty and the cruelly despoiled
Surrender to the pace of time and infinity
Moments of peace and those of morbidity
Surrender the mind and the heart
Love, laughter and the mindless blart
Surrender the soul and corrupt flesh
Angel and demon together meshed
Surrender the awareness and the ego
Dreams and chains, we let go
By Cathrin Stuart
You heart open teacher for some,
Smiling most times yet stern others,
Moments in time forever memory,
As if in a dream you fade away,
Your family pleads searching why,
Tears fall hearts heavy with pain,
Anguish meshed with emptiness,
Confusion, all thoughts unfocused,
Wanting answers none ever come,
Strength, resolve our only answer,
Feeling loss is forever demanding,
Knowing our rendezvous will happen,
Yearning for that time to transpire,
Reminiscence, our only task left,
He wished to teach them
To flap harder in thin air
To learn the tricks to rest,
To eat, to know when to
Start the flight, when to
Return and the route map
Mother wished to teach them
To call, to breathe more
Deeply and ways to save
Energy as they flew such
Dizzy altitudes in freezing
Cold & not to be blown away
As they looked up at meshed sky,
Yesterday’s wishes rolled
Down the cheeks of a
Monogamous pair of
Bar-headed goose
Breeding in captivity
Why fly high?
Listen to poem:
sweet kiss on my lips
the morning sun
tickles my neck
caresses my cheek
birds happily sing
though I miss you
i long for the days
when we had each other
i long for a past
that was so tender
your love was my strength
now I carry on
with what is left of me
the loss of you
meshed with my every fiber
an ache that cries out in silence
for its mate crossed over
a distance insurmountable
yet at times within my grasp
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021