Short Old Poetry Poems
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Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
MUSIC
Like the wind flying through the air
As the fire crackles out a beat
Like the waterfall crashing against rocks
like music to my ears
NOTE: I wrote this when I was about 10. Found my old poetry! So happy!
Form:
7/11/15
Go ahead laugh and cry
And if you'd like to ask me why
Don't let time pass you by
You have to try
Regardless of if you want the whole thing or less than half the pie
Remember you can't go back in time
Kept safe in the hands of Love
Ever to be locked and guarded - a vault of Peace
Yes - only to be unlocked by the art of love
Date: 09/14/2021
K Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
They touch me inside and out
They twist and turn me all around
I feel locked in
And trapped out
I can be small Or large
I can be pressed and barged
I have no space
And i'm stuck in one place
I break when were robbed
im a door knob
Swish of withered leaves
In the depths of the forest
Evinces the tense calm
Before an approaching storm
Leashes its contained fury
For 5 line max New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
June 3, 2017
First Place
O the old poetry!
When hard times meant something
and uncertainty was eternal.
Words of wonder from a stirring spirit,
now gospel to yesteryear's testament.
The rain wet pine once burst forth with
the morning dew.
Alas! My memory is always new.
My name is Timothy
but when spoken on your lips it sounds differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be as graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a little closer look into your soul
5/20/15
No longer dreaming
Just proceeding
Without cheating
I am achieving
More than I ever was believing
Every single evening
Now my impressions are leaving
Even more meaning
To other human beings
While I am still breathing
By: Dalton Ogletree
fragrant rambling rose
entwined in honeysuckle
memories of gran
i cut some blossoms
to place on her grey gravestone
tears fall like raindrops
''R'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
10/06/21
this drunk man had fun
zigzags into the restroom...
projectile vomits
Submitted for...
''I'' Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Intoxicated
Original title: The Party's Over
Date written: 01/19/2021
There once was a pretty girl from Maine
That her beauty spread to Spain
She didn't want to marry
Because the man's name was Larry
So the people thought her insane
NOTE: I'm having a ball finding all my old poetry. I wrote this when I was 11! So much fun reading my old things. :D
Beneath rugged oak tree's shade,
and the voice of nature's mirth;
headstones laid to rest upon
the lap of transcendent earth.
A mourning tribute rhythmic
song etched on each in repose
serenity blooms drape in dreams.
9/8/2021
2. Imagery
'I'' Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I was nothing until she kissed me,
I did not exist,
Neither here or there,
Until she looked at me,
I was invisible,
Seen by no one,
Her love gives me life,
To be included in her existence,
Makes me real,
For without her,
I am nothing.
''K'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
09/13/21
Little and slowly life ebbs away
Own self for company stayed another day.
Never a smile, never a visit,
Everyone too busy, peoples past existence.
Lonely is quiet, lonely doesn't speak,
Yearn for life connection my loneliness does seek.
"L" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 15.09.21
Arctic bear cubs, den,
exiting frozen grounds halfway into June.
Keeping low,
mothers navigate onshore perils,
quietly roving.
Sensing they've uninvitedly violated
wildlife's Xenia,
yearlings zigzag.
(Abecedarian)
12/03/2021
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Could I have written novels
How about short stories...
Perhaps non-fiction could have been my forte
True adventures, riveting biographies...
Really, I don't think so; I'm getting old
I wouldn't succeed at those genres, truth be told
Given my shrinking attention span
It's poetry or naught for this 'minuteman'
When the going gets cold
I was going down the lane
when I saw an ice front coming up the hill
I let go of the dog.
Ran home and burnt old poetry books
to keep the cold at bay.
Sagacity went up in flames keeping me warm
cold ashes and regrets.
The dog, with its thick fur and disregard
of reading
survived in the hollow of an old oak.
Junk all that, to which ego clings
Illusions unreal
Choosing soothing caress love brings
Having blissful appeal
End mindless thought chatter
Silence ends its clatter
Soul, all that does matter
Dunk
Junk
11-September-2021
Quietus
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Dancing 'neath a starry sky
With kisses sweet, lovers sigh
Heartbeats rise in Luna's glow
Passion's fire begins to grow
Sky ablaze, each star a gem
Sigh of wind whispers to them
Glow of hearts, like stars above
Grow brighter with gleams of love
3-9-19
''K'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Winter Cold.
I was going for a walk
when I saw an ice front coming down the lane
I let go of the dog on lead.
Ran home and burnt old poetry books
to keep the cold at bay.
Sagacity went up in flames keeping me warm.
Cold ashes and regrets.
And the dog, with its thick fur and disinterest
in reading, survived in the hollow of an old oak.
Like a raspberry sorbet
tranquility is dripping
onto my little valley.
In twilight’s cooling flavor
birds twitter and leaves whisper.
I savor the pleasantness
of nightfall's sweet dessert.
May 16, 2020
Submitted Sept. 19, 2021 for theme 4: Nightfall
For the ''N'' Poems, New Or Old Poetry Contest of Constance La France
Would that LIFE were like the magazine
each article proof read
buffed and polished to a fine sheen
edited and re-edited
pictures cropped as needed
photo shopped perfection
at odds with the “camera”.
A full faced “lie” on the cover
reveling in “romantic recall”
basking in the loneliness
of the present.
9/15/2021
“L” Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
My mentor, my guardian my teacher, my friend
Open minded, optimistic, your support can depend.
Thoughtful and kind, tender, your heart
Happy, always cheerful and cleverly smart.
Easy going, enjoys life, your beautiful and fun.
Remember I love you, from daughter number-one.
"M" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 17.09.21
Jaded totally; can’t work more
Often heard from a sort of people
Upbeat and uplift your spirits
Renovate your faded thoughts
Never humiliate you saying,” I can’t.”
Enthrall your mind with vibrant thoughts
“Yet to be done a lot,” be the motto and march forward.
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 12-09-2021.
Placed: 3 rd