Short Of Late Poems

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Premium Member SWC Sep 14

COMPASS POINTS
I wander
into the blue
the height 
of late summer
Fall's journey around
the corner

I sit & wonder
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Tiny Poem

a single breeze slips by~ a warm hush of late day carrying light the way memory drifts~ quiet, unhurried.
Form: Other

Lost

I beg, remember me no more
For your thoughts call out to mine
I've lost my soul, my heart, my core
And of late, even losing my mind
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Second Rate Valentine

I thought we had a love that was great.
Valentine, we broke up as of late.
I did realize
you are not a prize.
In reality, you’re second rate.
Form: Limerick

Concealed Fear

Of late,
I've been fearing
The slight sound of vechiles
It provokes the goosebumps in me
The reasons deeply sealed
I'd, when revealed,
Be doomed!
Form: Verse


Premium Member Sheepless

Of late, I've been counting sheep;
it helps me drift off to sleep.
With tonight's extra hour,
unless something goes sour,
I might even find Bo Peep's.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Repudiate

Repudiate

What if you were to repudiate
Everything I said as of late
Of handle did fly
And head hit the sky
I said you weren't so great.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member Obligatory

of late, I feel more like a ghost no verse of note, or one at most no cause to cheer there’s not much here just this obligatory post
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Raining Gold

Heavy frost of the night of late
Touched the gold of the Ginko
That isn't by the garden gate
Now the gold is floating down
Gold softly covers all the ground
Form:

Premium Member Musing Weight

word salad sandwiches,
poetry soup
forms a la mode,
doubly scooped

delectable morsels,
my lunches of late
with footle in mouth,
why don't I lose weight?
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member KITCHEN LIGHT

the ice tea glass sweats on the counter catching a sliver of late-day sun. it looks almost holy, a small shrine to quiet domestic victories.
Form: Other

Premium Member Of Late I Feel Lost

Of late I feel lost 
untethered and tossed 
like a ship left dead on the sea.
But no need to worry 
for I'm in no hurry 
with a dove flying circles 'round me.
Form: Rhyme

Beauty of Late Night

Crickets buzz Owls hoot
                                      scattered fireflies flash dim glow
                                               Beauty of late night
Form: Haiku

Premium Member I'Ll Think of a Title Later

For me its always a great debate,
getting things done just moments short of late.
I'd say something witty
at the end of this ditty,
but like I said I procrastinate.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Vignette-Been There ,Done That (43 & Counting)

Washington & Adams retired to their lair
Jefferson invented the swivel chair,
Taft went back to the law-
Of late,cashing-in seems the plan
Only Harry ,was a true man
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Spring 2020

i heard the honking of late march geese
in awe a lump stuck in my throat

while sailing high across the sky
they cheered resounding cries of hope



AP: 2nd place 2020

Trump Had To Sedate

Trump Had To Sedate

What I just heard as of late
Trump they had to sedate
So they could calm him down
But sure still will be clown
Hope he has a horrible fate.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member Atv Trail

Seems the words have stopped flowing of late,
but the hill road is turning out great.
We got to the bottom
with time to see autumn,
and the views of the trees are first rate!
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Supreme Dream Seen In a Sun Beam

Supreme Dream Seen in a Sun Beam

What we saw was a desperate dream,
Which would seem to be so supreme;
As of late,
Appreciate,
And God had made a bright sun beam.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Trump Deplorables Are Ignorables

Not only did Trumpsters  become deplorables;
Ass of late does look like they are ignorables;
And we confess,
Do poorly dress;
Developed disease making them unstopables.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member I'M Stupid-Fied

My limerick star is low in the sky I'm struggling of late and don't know why Could be the weather Knocked over with a feather Need to get back on track, I'm stupid-fied
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Trademark

shielding autonomy from trade

seems to be the vogue as of late

leaving Europe hinders peace

tolls and prices increase

common sense marked as out of date
 

14th December 2020
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Autumn Whispers

Autumn whispers
In the heat of late August
Tickling the corn stalks
Ruffling the fledgling’s feathers
Teasing the bear’s appetite
Caressing the coming harvest
Blowing a kiss to summer

Premium Member I'M Stupified

My limerick star is low in the sky I'm struggling of late and don't know why Could be the weather Knocked over with a feather Need to get back on track, I'm quite stupified
Form: Limerick

Trump's Trait Is To Berate

Trump's Trait Is To Berate

What we often have heard as of late,
Trump's trait will be always to berate,
Also foremost,
Terrible host,
And us being screwed is our final fate.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

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