Short Not Able Poems
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I'm fine,
Figuring out how to move on,
In immense pain,
Not able to believe we're done,
Empathetic to the rain.
Yeah, I'm fine.
The flowers wilted
no sunshine on the meadow
no light hit the ground
barely raindrops on the plain
not able to revive them.
Copyright McCuen 2008
The flowers wilted
no sunshine on the meadow
no light hit the ground
barely raindrops on the plain
not able to revive them.
Copyright McCuen 2008
Not allowed to chew gum anymore,
What will be next, not able to open door?
This may seem frivolous.
Will be advantageous,
To profiteer, he will know the score.
Master, master
I have to succumb to your every command
Not able to fulfill my own desires
My destiny has been mapped out
By your sadistic planning
My fate sealed
I hope one day I will be free
of this seashell that enfolds me
Not able to dance on the beach
That dream remains out of my reach
E'er bound to the realms of the sea
your on the run
to the sea or sun
no time sit at stable
mabe not able
so you get a food sack
and the back pack
its plenty of food on the rack
this is how the wind blow
for
FOOD ON THE GO
In the fairytale world of milk and honey
The milk's gone rancid and the bees have fleed
Quite sad I know
Remains to be showed
Eyes are tear-filled and not able to read
Dear Sir or Madam,
I
am
afraid
that we
are not able
to offer you the
position, but we do
thank you for allowing us
to complete your background
check; it was absolutely hilarious.
What will be will be, can't change the inevitable
Things progress as they should, remaining stable
Unless of course
You're a horse
Because to think rationally, you're not able
March for Our Lives Parade Poem 6
No longer will they ever be around,
And are not able to hear their sound;
What we do now;
In ground below;
Frustration caused hearts to pound.
Jim Horn
like a civil gentleman,
he was drowned in their violence,
and had no will or power to save or protest,
he fell and fell so good,
that he could not see his own epitaph,
like we all are not able to.
The one who is not able to love
Should never be afraid to die
For already is dead in his heart
Since with Lord's rule didn't comply!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 May 2021
Three months old
A stray bullet took her away
She never had a chance
Not able to walk or talk
All she could be was cute
But now she is gone
She was loved and treasured
Her memory will last forever
dead stop
got of track
got tripped up
forgot what
was the reason
for it all
was not able to
regain composure
all was for not
the momentum
was lost
standing here in a
constant state of
confusion
sadness swells
beneath the skin
oozes out of eyes
waterfalls
cascades
confides in all;
they call for
assistance
(not able)
shadowed instances
nostalgic defeat
tearing bites from rays of light
lament; repeat
Just what is unspeakable love?
Is it love sent from heaven above?
With its prefix of “un,”
is this love then just one
I’m simply not able to speak OF?
For Adeleke Adeite's Contest:
Unspeakable Love (Limerick)
emotional free throw
three chances
to hit the target
to gain points
on the emotional
scoreboard
was not able to
make shots
fell short every
time
lost the match
of wills due to
inadequate
inaccuracy
Trump To Be Great
Trunk thinks only way to be great
Is having face that is always straight
And at yourself never able to laugh
Not able to separate wheat from chaff
Yet still his ego likes to congratulate.
Jim Horn
Wishes
I made wishes: to
have
instant not light shaggy hair, to
have a
not able to
be eaten egg-shaped nut with
yellowish brown shell (no face) as a
head, to
have aluminium shins and
maybe
aluminium eyes.
Hat Stand
I call my oak hat stand who
I don’t hang hats on
Mr Admiral Confused and also
Not Able to
Think With Clarity. The east corner of
my bedroom was where my
old hat stand allegedly
beat up the
old pedestal fan.
Don't thirst
Do not starve
Come As You are
Even if you're not able
come, come unto the table
And be fed
You'll be led eat the bread,
from heaven
2/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Everyday I live, I am a prisoner
There is freedom but I am caged
There is happiness but I am sad
heavily my heart bleeds for nothing
Not able to place my fingers on what is bleeding my heart
Or should I say I lack of self continuity
What stops us from being human?
When we are not able to feel
unable to see beyond selfish needs
ears are stopped up so that cries are unheard
What stops us from being human?
When we fail to help another in need
selfish desires become life's center
Form:
There's a fifty stone stripper called Mabel
Loves to practise her moves on her table
She heard a loud crack
Fell off broke her back
Now she cannot get up she's not able.
Written on 16th July 2018
For limerick contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire