Short Mold Poems
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Feeling abandoned
Your enforced expectations
Got you entangled
In selfish desires to mold
Their existence to your own
The mold has broken,
our future uncast
The best of remembrance,
severed in half
(Train From Grantham: July, 2016)
You are a flower,
That awaits the time to bloom.
Have patience, my dear!
For you are being mold into a beautiful form.
black circles
mold spores on prison walls...
spreading day by day!
For Charles Henderson's "Haiku your way" Contest
The sands of time
Sand castles
Sand is the word
Inexplicable
To seemingly mold
Itself into time
We are Sand...
A cigarette burn hole
with floating memories
crushing the ashy edges.
God, please quit smoking by
the next time you mold me.
Leave me be,
You have no dominion
Over me.
Stop trying to control me
And mold me falsely
Let me be ,
What God made me
To be.
Time's memento unfolds a thousand lore;
Soul's ode is forged, behold!
As tides approach, a tale's told
Adrift every spirit's mold.
Lord, send a revival to our church,
To each and every saint.
Stir us, shake us, and mold us again,
Please make us what we “ain’t.”
Shake the norm and brake the mold
Let your lust for life unfold
The journey long, but be so bold
Glory bound and wealth untold
Something Bauk-Tiful Poetry Contest
STELLAR SKY - TB
Bright stars, like gold
shine, warm cold nights
and mold grand sketch.
Hands wave and hands save
They hold and they mold
The hand that claps also slaps
Hands give and hands receive
Hands make life beautiful
Melvin James Brooks
wasn’t one to cook the books
with movie making he was bold
and gave us comedies that broke the mold
The grass holds the mold of our bodies
the sky is witness to out love
the sun has kissed our body for luck
the wind carries our secret away
Form:
In sanctuary,
Cracked from flows and blows of life,
A piece of raw clay!
Mold me, my Potter;
I surrender to thee now,
Pray bake me finest!
The valentine candy was old
It was covered with brown mold
She slapped his face hard
It gave him a hair part
Then put him in a nasty choke-hold
Teach me,
Show me,
Lead me,
Mold me.
Lift me,
Love me,
Help me,
Hold me.
Save me,
Send me,
Guide me,
Choose me.
Push me,
Fill me,
Want me,
Use me.
Ronald was a young man so bold,
his father McDonald will mold.
He had bright red hair,
and french fries to share,
and that’s how the story was told.
trust your gut, to know
it growls for truth, loud and strong
it's n'er found wanting,
or that's how the saying goes -
but skip fungal feasts of mold
A time-honored system of old
Pegged cold cash to ounces of gold
But that’s not now true
Strong dollars are through
The treasure at Fort Knox is mold
What could be a soul?
Did it come from one's past self?
Or many took mold...
A secret file form
that keeps all your rights and wrongs
Hopefully it's not
Trials are the fire that mold
A new point of view of life
Banishing the old patterns
That delay blessings
Nayda Ivette
12-3-2015
Tunes run thru,
Reflecting notes off passages new,
Mood mold in culture fine,
With colors taste of wine.
And breezes in my face,
I feel I like this place.
They're blasting, and looking for gold
Yeah, some riches that they could hold
No feeling for
Quiet no more
Don’t believe silence is their mold
Russell Sivey
how i dreamt of a blessed baby angel
broke the mold to all things past
to our life bringing joy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 5, 2018