Short One Half Poems
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This is my Hell
Frigid and frozen
No furnaces to light my way
A dark, drab den
One half of this lonely loveseat
I occupy incessantly
Join me for a jump into this
Quiet quarantine
Form:
old kindredships between twos took a violent turn
just one half armed to pierce firing burn
falling down lifeless
the first one half grined with charm
but it's all his mind
My apple contained half a worm
This really made my tummy churn
I’d devoured one half
It sure made me barf
In future an apple I’ll spurn
FICTIONAL WRITE
03/09/21
Need a charge
for my flux cap
a city or
the future
won't fix itself
Wonder if the thing
before time
is still
there
smile
as the frogs
seem to hold hands
In death one half
of true love
will never change
The bride-to-be set the time and the date.
Now she is a whole hour and one half late
The wedding guests are curious.
The bride’s father is furious.
The wedding is now on overtime rate.
For contest "My Cousin's Wedding"
There once was a small young man from Flagstaff
Whose girl said he was too short by one half.
He devised plan giving others great laugh
For with big grin
His stilts did win
The hand of this beautiful blond distaff
Rondelet: Cliff hangers
In the name of
Our party let other half cry
In the name of
Our safety sever one half off
For mere two per cents let's all die
The chosen people never lie
In the name of
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
On an autumn day a pig
Digging hardly in the ground,
Suddenly found a big fig
Weighting about one half pound.
"What a lucky pig I am "
The fat pig said in his mind,
"Of course, I will make it jam
And share it, because I''m kind."
My past is inevitable
As a good friend
My past is my shadow,
My tail
My home,
My land,
My moon,
My ocean
My river
My clean water,
My character, and
My dream.
My past is two halves:
One half is me,
The other half is Eileen.
Will I meet you at ninety
just two and one-half years away?
Will the time between now and then
help encourage me to stay
to gather more fine days beyond
and still share my old heart with love?
I'm doing my best each day.
After a bath, i feel clean.
but there remains other unwashable things.
Spots and stains by many kinds of sin.
After a bath and a prayer,
inside and out, It is like being ,
one half clean and the other half
marred and soiled by sin!
(07.01.2022)
Once my dog humped the rug (yes, a shag!)
A new species was born. I could gag!
It is half carpet but
It is one half a mutt.
Shaggy rug dog has tails that can wag!
Happy April Fools Day, Everyone!!!
April 1, 2016 For A New Species Poetry Contest of Anthony Slausen
watching a sunset
on the beach at the ocean
touching the skyline
one quarter, one half
bright, blazing red-orange clouds
our star slowly sinks
I am observing
mighty Mother Earth spinning
my mind blows gently...
*For the Sunset contest sonsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
The chimera of
yours, the only unextinct
creature in your bleak
bestiary; that's
what I really am:
formed from one-half love
and one-half throe by
you. But I recognized my
borders by learning
your limits for I
wish to forge my own path out
from your false mythology.
My love's always with you
One half of a heart
When they are together
My mind's blown apart
Our love is as certain
As night is to dark
As clear as Romeo's
Ear for the lark
I'll be with you always
And always will be here
I'm one half of you
With hearts halved to share
And I drew a dotted line
Down my heart in graphite
One half for me
The other for the stars at night
And every drop in the sea
Because I couldn't give it to a person
(They always leave)
So if I gave it to the world
All the stormy clouds in the sky
My love would never wither
My love would never die
“Handmaid of Patriarchy”
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
As Delilah revolts
a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
I've picked the scabs until they bleed,
And then wonder why they never heal
Is it just a compulsive need
For pain to be what I mostly feel?
A Masochist- Antagonist!
Perfect Punch-drunk Pragmatist!
The Hypnotist who slits his wrists-
And I shall suffer in the midst
The Agony cuts one half of me
(I'll bear the brunt of all of this...)
On this day mine Morning Prayer
While I was in my prayer closet
There was a bird outside before dawn light
Outside my house talking/singing to God
The whole duration of my praying over one and one half-hour
Tweeting and chirping beautiful
His bird was singing
4/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A sailboat floats without a sail.
It’s like a shovel minus pail
Or else a hammer sans a nail,
One half of what is needed.
A tennis court without a net,
An error made with no regret;
A workout lacking any sweat,
A rye bread that’s unseeded.
A birthday passing with no cake,
A pile of leaves without a rake.
In every case, a true mistake
If no one interceded.
I watched a sunset
on the beach at the ocean
The sun touched the horizon
one quarter, one half
Bright, blazing red-orange clouds
Almost down; the sky now pink
Then it dawned on me
I was really observing
our mighty planet spinning
My mind blew gently
in the eternal present
the day I saw the earth move
*The rotation speed of the earth is 1038 mph at the equator
A bird has landed
On my porch.
Say it a thousand times,
You may be one- half step
Closer to the Miracle.
We look for pain
And find it
We look for joy
And find it
We learn
We can find anything
If we open our eyes
Love looks for you now
It will find you because
Like trees in a forest
Flowers in a field
we all stand together,
Alone.
Waiting to be found.
One-half of me seems right
the other half feels wrong
The next half is unsure
the fourth just sings a song
We live in troubled times
the world is upside down
It happens when both poles
trade their smiles for two frowns
You may think that I am dreaming
but I've seen these words before
I recall that they were written
by the world's first troubador
I believe there are no happy endings
Just the honeymoon of happy beginnings
Ultimately we end up losing
While they collect our hard fought winnings
Eventually everything ends and everything dies
Sadness then spreads with following cries
Is true love real when it’s destined die
When one half grows apart spouting devious lies
I believe there are no happy endings
Just the honeymoon of happy beginnings
Form:
love left me empty
this time it is for good
a gesture one red rose
alone where he stood
so cold are my days
the sun never shines
the nights are unending
and sadness is mine
i remember the days
when love filled my heart
now it is empty
and broken apart
one half of my heart
beats lonely and still
the other is with you
asleep in the chill...