Short Nudges Poems
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He draws you in -
Compelling mental images
of atmosphere and entryways;
state rooms; glades; soft nudges.
Letting your fear flourish unaware.
Note: Author Dean Koontz
baby giraffe born
unsteady on spindly legs
mommy nudges him
A Moment in Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
25th January 2021
All Braying, Cooing Density, Everything Flames, Glides, However Inanimate, Jostling, Knowing, Love. Milo Nudges Orion, Pouring Quiet Radiance So Tomorrow Understands, While Xanthic Years Zig-zag.
It slithers and slides..' It hints and nudges..'
Derides! sheds skin. Confusing identity.'s
Yet some intently see ' in conundrums and
Delusions scattered seeds and such patterns
of un-reason.'
The day calls to me,
he asks if I know the night...
full of desire!
The night nudges me,
she asks what does the day want...
as if she knew not!
The sky's wondering,
if they'll make pledges of love...
with rings made of stars!
The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.
Don't worry about
classification,
We're all born as new stars.
Watch us brandish our
emotions.
Watch us mend a broken wing.
Watch us watch a cradle
rocking.
Classification nudges us to put
frames on things.
The universe has no frame,
Constantly reaching outward.
Conceived from the first ray of light
The infant dawn opens its eyes
Too soon the sun bows to the night
Reluctant to say its goodbyes
The dusk knows the night's just begun
The moon knows it's just the night's pawn
The morning star nudges the sun
To once more awaken the dawn
He enters into a deep trance
The soft music nudges him on
A lucid dreamer he is now
He gains transcendence
A soul travellor he is now
The secrets time and space
His to master his to explore
He has a taste of the divine
He is jolted back to our ream
His skin tingling with static
Whenever she nudges
She hauls agony
Endows endless happiness
Pulling others' sadness
Bracing tonnes of secrets
She often grins
Every now and then
Enduring rain and sun
She dances blissfully
Embracing people
Being livelihood for many
She persistently works
Never takes rest
*Based on True Events
he chose to be under the moon
where the sunlight couldn’t convince him
that the quiet pounding in his chest
was once hers. His pain outweighs
his fear and he gently nudges the chair
under him. his desolate heart breaks one last time.
his body sways the winter’s night
I have two alarm clocks
One electric
Which I do not use
Only to tell time
Then-there is Sparkles
Yes Sparkles
She wakes me gently
With nudges and kisses
Early in the morn
Until I awake
She wants her breakfast
n the early morn
When tummy is full
then she is content
Going back to sleep
What moves you to cry
A memory’s touch or scent passing by
So many things that are just a glint
That nudges you as a gentle hint
Some scenes remain in your memory
Stamped there forever for you to see
To live again in all their glory
A part of your life and ongoing story.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Her mouth fountains from the gare
nudges the north sea,branches left
upon my town, i can only stare
the views that greet me so adeft.
The River Tees holds a place in my heart.
Paul Beadnall.
Sponsor Brian Strand
Contest Name VERSE any theme/form max of 8 lines
Into A Corner,
Of Morning Light,
God Nudges Me,
With A Beautiful Sight,
I Pay No Mind,
As It Breaks Through,
Sadness In Me,
Sticks Like Glue,
Paint Away God,
I Won't,
Enjoy The View,
God Asks,
"Whoever Heard,
Of Such Hullabaloo?"
Vickie Thayer
Boyhood’s brave tire swings forth in adventure
idyllic wing’d
waterscape
Blond-skirt
g i r l,
whirls,
extends
her courtship
Nudges of bright
family picnics, boating, wading, trills*
8/27/2021
Double Tetractys 8
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo 2
HMS
*trills - twirls
With a touch of starteledness,
lips gently meet for a first date,
slowly they find comfort in the close dance...
Like wandering hands a tounge nudges,
and is allowed entrance to pink taste buds secreted away...
Almost as if new to this experiance,
it begins to join the waltz,
twirling around in a found agreement...
Form:
wind rises behind me,
a gentle insistence
against my spine~
not a command,
but a direction.
it threads through the grass,
touches my shoulders,
and nudges me toward
whatever waits
beyond the next bend.
no map.
no promise~
only the soft certainty
that some paths
are chosen
by the wind itself.
fresh mango sunrise
pink sun's on the horizon
muted hues brighten
in sleek raven hours
pretty rainbow nudges grass ~
storms and sun contrast
gold mist strokes valleys
of grasshoppers and blue jays
dewed floral displays
midnights of moonlight
and pearl rays touch my shoulder ~
plum time walks slower
, , ,,
Arctic bubbles caressing dusk,
evanescent froths gather hearts
illuminating jeweled kisses; lovers
making nudges of pleasure quietly…
razzle-dazzle! Snowdrops twinkle upon
vibrant winter xeroxing youthful zings!
©
Yasmin Khan’s Snow ABC Contest
by nette onclaud
sister roses bunch
soaked with winter's silver mists
body perfume wafts
nudges each other
when drifting zephyr touches
nod with jaunty smile
Silently,
She sits and ponders tomorrow
Praying for answers.
Just believing in her heart.
She trusts,
Maybe that’s not for the best
However, it helps her
To deal with the world.
As an angel,
She sits and observes,
Sometimes giving nudges
To all those who are in need.
I see her,
Silently awaiting
The arrival of someone special.
Now, she sits and waits.
Entity within our auric field
Seeks love and light rather than the sword we choose to wield
Judging not we outpour love divine
Cajoling the thought form with God to gently align
Love as the only real vibration
Each lifetron complete on choosing resonation
Yet the choice must be voluntary
Thus love nudges gently in stillness sedentary
28-September-2020
lights flicker on the far side
as Kentucky folds its dark robes
a barge nudges
the river into dusk
bundles of clouds kindle
a shimmering pause
the river opens its body
to swallow the sun
knee deep in shadow
a heron yawps
silver fish ripple through
shoaling branches
here on a crooked pier
spawning stars surface
from the milky eyes
of the recently drowned
The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.
For: Absolutely Anything Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Originally published as "Keepsake," October 2021