Short Not A Poem Poems
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This is indeed not a poem. I only want you to know that I will be gone for a while. I'll be back, and I will read and comment here and there. So don't worry :)
Not a poem just a note..
Our daughter"s(Doris Culverhouse that is on this site )
mother-in-law died about 3 A.M. today Thursday
January 3...
It has been a busy day..
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Man to a woman is not a poem
Woman to a man is not a poem
This earth and nature is not a poem
Each of these is supplementary for others
-Monday, May 27, 2019 Chattogram
Today is the one year anniversary of my beloved son Nathaniel Blaine Gibson death.
Everyday I grieve but this week and this very day is even more intense.
I love him so and miss him terribly.
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this is not a poem , just want folks to look at these titles more towards bottom of poem menu: sleazy sally, tell me about it, nevertheless, untitled, slow man's rap, and nothing song. thank you, all.
I was on the phone when alerts came in with poetry soup listed that my phone blocked 14 tracking attempts!
This has never happened?
BUT I do know who tracks me here ...so STOP NOW!
IT HAS BEEN REPORTED.
I'm not a poem,
Nor a limerick.
I am not a pun
Nor am I a joke.
I'm not a scene from an apolitical
Horror movie.
To be more concise,
I'm easy to find.
Just look into my eyes
and you will see
I am me, not you.
Rise
shine
prepare
dine
wine
make merry in your heart.
Enjoy
celebrate
you must
with a neighbor if you can...
Not a poem,just me saying happy Holiday to y'all!!!
have a blessed Easter everyone!!!
Cheeerrrsss!!!
no poem to show em ;)
ive seen a few poems on here very very very short so i thought i throw one out here too
just to mock the one liner poets hahahahaha its all in good fun...... come on cant you take a joke???
This is not a poem per say...just a big shout-out to all the great mothers here on the soup, especially those who are single moms. May you be blessed with the love and respect of your children and the man who is their father. One love. Joy Wells.
On the news this evening was a person who's name I share. He belongs to the church that
intends burning the Koran. That person is in Florida; I live in Iowa and oppose this action
vehemently and hope you will not associate me with him. Thanks!
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mobileblind.org
This is a charity web site that hires blind and disabled people and is in need of
financial support to help the less fortunate.
If anyone can help them or buy their products go to this web site for more
information.
Thanks,
Doris
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Whistle... and I'll come to you...
Through the sea, across the land
And with my mittens,
Warm your hand
[Inspired by reading "S.O.S. Titanic" by Eve Bunting. Read it to see.
This is dedicated to them, it is not a poem from me to anyone else.]
I could write
what love is,
my list of
heartfelt dears
but no two alike
not matching yours
my dears
I could write
of hesitation…
why hearts close-off
for fears
but not a poem deep
enough, to catch and
contain
a world of others'
tears...
This is a link to a noir short story I wrote, featuring a friend's cat. Administrators can delete if you wish, but I thought some might like a story. I tried to be poetic.
http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html
This is not a poem. I wish to say goodbye for real now. The amount of hate in this place is overwhelming and I do not wish to be part of it anymore.
My friends know where to find me.
All the great people in here, you know I love you.
Good luck and have a good life.
I & U
never made it to perfection.
I remain un(decided) about
weather and storms
(orclearskie); and
distance of another world;
africa(Uganda;Kenya) is an
un(faith)ful friend. & finally th(is)
Not a poem about l(u)ve
they’re as un(likely) as we're[1]
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this is not a poem but I might be coming to Cincinnati in about a week because my grandmother's last sister has finally passed....she Lived to a ripe old age and was very Loving and caring....the few times I have seen her in my Life, only Love was shared....she will be greatly missed....
This white paper screams at me
And I yell back
The more I sit here staring at it
The worse it gets
Where did my muse go to today
Down the drain?
I think I need some inspiration
For this is nothing
Not a poem, not a story, just a
pathetic lamentation
See you tomorrow ;)
This is not a poem
maybe a quiz
This is the sword in the stone
You
yes i am speaking to you
if you wish
I usher a challenge
beat me
convince me i am not a poet
If you can prove
these words aren't my muse
Writing a line
That make wordsmiths
again
never
put paper to pen.
Excalibur awaits
Its not a poem~
Its just a thought~
I have words I want to say~!
Take me for what I am,
A writer of words
A speaker of what needs to be said~
Not for you to judge
what I have had to say,
but for the FEELINGS I have said.
It may not be "Haiku" it may not be "ABC"
But what I have to say is poetry to me...
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So these are it. The poems from and
about my trip. Thanks to all who have
taken the time to read these, and especially
to those who have made comments. I do
apologize for not reading or commenting on
other's poetry during this time, but will do so
now that I have "poems from a broad" off my
chest. Thanks to all.
-THIS IS NOT A POEM-
Hey, Poets stop by, give me a shout out.
Tell Me Where You Are From;)
I promise I won't show up on your doorstep.
If you are having a bad day, let me have it
If you have awesome news, don't be greedy
---SHARE! SHARE!
By all means --- SHARE THE NEWS!!!
................. LOVE THE POET DESTROYER
This is verbiage
It is not a poem
And I'm not going to use
the word like, love, desire, entice,
tempt, enlighten, spirit, or soul
because this is NOT a poem
This is merely some verbiage
So, I'm going to use the words
however, therefore, I think, I
believe ( well maybe not);
the time is at...timeout..
Remember this is verbiage
Poem Becomes A Novel
So, I am a novel and not a poem
That is what I said and I am never wrong!
So get that through your head!
You say I am a good for nothing poem
So What! So sue me!
With a bazooka aimed at the head
One might change their mind
Question?..... What am I now?...
A poem or a novel?
I hope you get it right this time