Short Nonchalantly Poems
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Poor
Adherence
Involentary
Nuances
Attibute
Nonchalantly
Durring
Lost
Underscores
Serving
Transcendentalists
Form:
an earthy agenda intrudes
compelling us to act and engage
mindful not to scar face of space
we nonchalantly turn the page
he waits
nonchalantly
drumming his long fingers
impatiently......he waits in vain
plane down
Penned 8/2/2016
mind-body urge arises
we look at it
nonchalantly
indulging is stupor
negating is doing
doing neither, we flow
22-January-2023
Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
i watch from behind the glass,
think i'd love to kiss and nibble you
and you just stare back nonchalantly teasing me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Light wispy clouds nonchalantly parade
They dance their waltz across blue skies
Free moving pageantry for passersby
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
If you can't afford a doctor, go to an airport.
You'll get a free x-ray and breast exam for sure,
and if you mention Al Qaeda nonchalantly,
you'll get yourself a free colonoscopy.
What we know,
Have no hold
Although it seems..
Truth be told
Weary souls
Emotions grow
Knowledge gained
Nonchalantly tamed
Overjoyed thoughts deploy
Withering sway in dismay..
I am a certian type of variety..
Steadfast conceptualized impiety..
Aware of nonchalantly..
Best not to a malady.
Shallow is the roots of ryegrass.
Slow is the fermented yeast mash.
"I can't raise your hopes," the doctor told me.
"I don't think I can save you in all honesty."
I then replied to her rather nonchalantly,
"No worries doc. Either way I'll be free from this disease."
Oh; foolish little girl—without thought;
Appearing-dreaming-pretending—
Dream; tomorrow never comes...
Pretend; nonchalantly...
Loves—only you and-
Love; only him—
Start thinking—
Stand-Run-
NOW!
now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge
extract from my poem ABYSMAL CLOWN
AP: 3rd place 2020
The red mist descends beyond horizon,
footprints of your visit yesterday linger on.
Nonchalantly the haze still fills up my senses,
reminiscence of your lyric still ornate my soul.
©Chitra Arun
Form:
The polystyrene waves whip the sea of earth on
a Spring tide as the crows nonchalantly look on
patiently waiting for the styrene spray to uncover
the fishes of the dusty dry earth to feed their young.
Traversing the thin veil between dream and reality,
Running on steam, quietly chugging towards eternity.
Amidst a night awashed with celestial brightness.
Impavid despite the flame & speed.
Nonchalantly navigating where desires lead.
Interesting to realize…
Resolution of the matter of suicide
Only requires a few pills,
Nonchalantly handed out by
Indiscriminate Doctors, treating me for depression
Completely oblivious of my intentions
But I did tell them…
what are you
a butcher
an assassin
are you kidding me
you nonchalantly
say you’re
just killing time
do you not see
it’s criminal
you’ll never come across
anything more valuable
than the precious
gift of time
AP: 2nd place 2020
russet leaves falling
nonchalantly to the ground...
naked limbs shiver
Kim Merryman
11/2/11
Season word: russet leaves
Strict Haiku contest
Swallowing hard the slain,
Gritting teeth like gnats;
Toss your card nonchalantly and move.
Even if your ears ring like bells;
Don’t get the hernia over it,
Frothing wont smoothen the slit.
The bait has died out;
For neon thighs come with a jaunty cough.
Listen to poem:
Kitten pauses over fishbowl because,
it can't stand wetting its dry and clean paws.
So the goldfish are safe, free from the jaws.
And don't they know it, as they flap applause,
When they nonchalantly swim with no cause
For fear of cat, which obeys nature's laws.
The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.
Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a thick unending slime.
The hard fact about living
is how easily we place little value
to those precious, little moments
making up fragments of our lives,
nonchalantly dismissing them...
only to look back much later
with foolish longing and regret
long after they are gone.
Too late!
Listen to poem:
The Prairies Flush
David J Walker
The colors flowed from his own brush
The prairie flush in scented and sacred hues
The earth tones framed in the deepest blues
Of an unrelenting evening sky
Always changing
Nonchalantly rearranging
Always in the eye
of the artist
Nonchalantly some-
one put a "kick me" sign on
the back of your shirt
(Without you knowing)
And someone came up behind
you and kicked your can
A harbinger says:
No to sullying and to
Bullying, be warned
In the Seventies
We got away with things not
Allowed today 'K