Short Minuscule Poems
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How minuscule you may be
Or timid - doesn't matter
Survival depends on the
Art of deception
20.01.16
In the year of 1953 on the day of March first
I became a minuscule substance of the universe.
In more simpler terms, that's the date of my birth.
Countless stars
And planets too
On this particular sphere
Minuscule I stand
Never to fall or fly away
But, left to admire
The creations of his hand
If your aim is to lose extra weight
and escape from what seems like your fate,
take this piece of advice
(the advice is concise):
put your food on a minuscule plate.
We all know that someday we will die.
When and how’s at the whim of a die.
But way deep in our heart
there's a minuscule part
that will mutter: “Who, moi? No — not I!"
.
lowly beachcomber
probing for minuscule snacks
plentiful low tide
After the storm of yesterday
The fog drifted in cool
Thick_damp covering everything
Thanks clouds minuscule
Out on the porch so much nicer
Quiet rules the morn
In great fog I am delighted
But fog's wet on the corn
A satirical look at the world can really be uncool
It's a vice held to scorn, derision, and ridicule
If we avoid this affliction
There's much less friction
Life zings along and our troubles seem minuscule
One’s infinite and unwavering appreciativeness and
acknowledgements of one’s gratitude is minuscule
and colossal of bits and pieces are so significant that
mere words are beyond one’s words if gratitude is
limitless beyond one’s measure.
Your wisdom oh, LORD, an infinite ocean is
While my understanding, a minuscule pond
I beg YOU with heavenly knowledge to fill it
So, one day, to Your divine call I respond!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 October 2022
Minuscule marvel;
a technical masterwork
entombed within glass.
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July 2014
Written for the "One Solo EPIC Senryu or Haiku - in a Bottle" competition.
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A - Eleventh Place.
The Starry Night
by Vincent van Goh;
seeing it makes me wish to write,
but my page is white like snow.
NOTE: I realize this poem is very minuscule compared to Eileen's extravagant ode to Vincent van Goh... but this is what I got (a blank page)...
A pale light tussle the dark
minuscule spaces lit up-
friendship starts with a smile
Solitude chased away and love remain
11th place in Parise Pariku Contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
© All Rights Reserved
Dec 2010
minuscule tempest
a flicker of rage
or disdain
the gust
is soon quelled
by love’s healing balm
what aspect within us
as yet offers a pivot
to feral instinct
oh weary hermit
it’s work in progress
our awareness stuporous
26-April-2023
Melancholic happiness
My sadness comes back again until I sense a sense of glee
A Stagnant rollercoaster
My thoughts race until I can't make sense of my inner being
Minuscule obesity
My words get larger until they eat you up
Who can make sense of this manic soul?
Form:
The letter that was never read
Though with it came an invitation
Any reply would have been momentous
Enough to move mountains
Instead there came no response
Those dice were thrown
Producing naught but snake eyes
From that minuscule moment
Mountains of memories folded
That was the final straw.
Static on the radio
Within lonesome nights
Inspirations
Monumentally minuscule
Playing over
Unmelodic hums
Of conditioning air platitudes
And a muted TV
In the silent running
A drowning to the local news
And all I hear is tapping
Into interpretations
Spilling out
From inner worlds of muse
escape!
to live among the daffodil folk . . .
slip down the rainslickened drainpipe . . .
suddenly pop out
the GARGANTUAN SPOUT . . .
minuscule as alice, shout
yippee-yi-yee!
in wee exultant glee
to be leaving behind the LARGE
THREE-DENALI GARAGE.
Great Achievements: Minor
Unique Experiences: Modest
Possessions gained: Minuscule
Places Travelled: Few
People met: Many
The people I've met
From north, east, south, and west
Are most precious and priceless.
They are sealed in my treasure chest.
They are the jewels that I treasure most.
Minuscule sapphire blooms,
timid starlight eyes
verdant foliage swaddles,
exquisite, elegant sight
tranquil, serene, meadows
flamboyant petals play
vibrant, petite, bouquets
baring messages to relay,
soothing mother's anguish,
in sorrow, you're not alone
dainty flowers cradle,
words they cannot say
As I gaze the stars at night
Bright diamonds twinkling,
Minuscule within this space
And life no inkling...
Yet inspiration stirs my soul
And vision all is mine
To express the massiveness
Universe divine.
The cosmos and my inner core
Life entwined is pleasant
As past has gifted all to be
Harmonious and present.
In my
Visionary realm I find,
Rhythmic thoughts,
Bouncing inside my head.
I must choose to release, or refrain,
For each is lusting to be heard.
Tediously,
I've left behind,
Those most unsought.
Whilst preferring instead,
in un-swept neural pathways they remain,
As minuscule thoughts, not words.
Form:
‘A spark’ or ‘a tiny trace’
Barely more than a hint
The finest sparkling dust mote
The smallest piece of lint
A trace, barely perceptible
Scarcely carries through
An iota, wee, tiny, titchy
Minuscule, bijou
It is, by far, most certainly
The most magical thing I’ve heard
I present to you: ‘Scintilla’
My favourite poetic word
Life is a clock quickly ticking away
Every second you lose is time lost in dismay
Jupiter's omnipotent hand shall light the way
Let Athena grant lasting lucidity's sway
Minuscule moments let your life drain today
Mars' violent stand will provoke more delay
Don't lay waiting for Apollo's next ray
Flee from Death's darkness down Hades' way.
I can’t begin to comprehend the vast
universe as it expands away from
the point in which I stand a minuscule
fluff of dust awaiting universal
light to fluoresce my soul and illuminate
the unfolding of my cosmic consciousness;
as darkness becomes a forgotten place
I become stardust of an ancient sun
sparkling in the painting of creation.