Short Mossed Poems
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In mossed heathered
Glens, Craggy undulations
Surround my Kingdom
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Derelict now cold
Mossed stones in sporadic spill
Ageing arms out spread
They, competing for the light
Sadly, both succumb to time
.
Mossed stones lying
As the peaceful twisted tree's
Share the greened felt growth
My entry into Raul's " Solace of Nature " contest.
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breathing at...
mossed-fears
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time-meme oar-ease
as
most-spheres of...
mind are reflect-shuns
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define some re-all...
at-tea that soak-cursed
my
......favorite t-shirt.....?
stans sand
A hush, soothing as sombre
In its finality
Like a healing dew settles. Tis
Man's post-sunset hour.
Hear up through draw breathes again
Earth's being. Now fear- free.
Mossed and mushroomed; and snail-faced.
Gentlest beguiling!
Heaven's host, first of did sing.
Men yet to devour.
nearing time
a ring of stars told me the future is
the sea that you try to grasp with
broken hands and the past will not
be changed it is stained with rust
and flotsam as your inside ebbs like
a mossed ruin in the dunes where
the salted grass fails to grow as the
wind shakes the waves you are alone
How Many?
That night within the garden lost,
How many tears were spent
In search of love at any cost?
How many hearts were rent?
Sin for a sin the coins were tossed!
How many lusts were vent
To quench the unrelented--mossed?
How many paid a cent?
In destination's final dross,
How many souls repent--
Escaping payment with The Cross?
How many knew Him sent?
~deborah burch©10/21/2006©
re-post 4/21/2012
Black beyond frozen shores,
Stellar winds blowing spawn.
Pocked lunar lithic pores,
Barren buds blooming dawn.
Shiny crust over mossed,
A young garden’s dew.
Moldy peach luster lost,
Glow spiders hazy blue.
Spores pulsate swelling nodes,
Shrieking howls grunting sounds.
Shrooms lactate yelling toads,
Shadow wolves' hunting grounds.
Silken silvered moon beams,
Silent short sanguine screams.
*iambic trimeter tetralexic sonnet
Form:
that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;
fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,
back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging
seers’ sarcophagi,
and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,
goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow
SATISH VERMA
Form:
time worn stones mossed green
tranquil for years where they lay ...
a thousand birds sing
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January 28, 2023
Poetry/Haiku
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1520-811-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 26
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 02/04/2023
Submitted to the Premier contest, Premier Choice, No 1188
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/19/2023