Short Pages Poems
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I am a Writer
I am a Poet
I am not familiar with physics and chemistry
Will you write my name in the pages of history?
Summertime soundtrack
cause we ended as lovers
kaleidoscope jam
we danced in paradise lost
my September bridge of sighs
Blank empty pages stare at me
as my words pour and drip like red blood
in my tattered yellowing journal to wait, wait
dust-hushed
spine-cracked whispers~
words trapped in vellum veins
ghosts thumbing gilt-edged tragedies
quiet
The cursing blank
pages held
traces of
knavish hooded
knights riding
forward for the
sake of
scum un-
godly kings.
Legends, mysteries
Spiritual history
And rhymes from the heart
*Descriptions of "poetry book"
for Linda-Marie's contest
My heart
My soul
My eyes
My hurt and pain
My story
These are the pages
From my life and
I found the answers
In your sweet glory, lord
Why can’t we learn beforehand
life lessons we learn afterwards
Not grounded in experience
words fly off the pages like birds
The fingers of the sun touched my bed
Breezes from the songs of little birds
I fought like a Spartan my eyes are red
Read like Athenian for my future bread
After the pages have been written
and the book has been sealed,
dust will gather as smog;
who would unlock it?
Bayt al-Hikma
Ancient pages breathe.
Books outlive every throne.
Ink crossed rivers.
The library vanished.
Knowledge shapes tomorrow.
Its wisdom still walks with us.
We have eternity
Lambent before us
Like a snowflake.
Mortality
A one night stand,
A forged signature.
And the slender stream of ink
Slithers along the pages we found.
We write!
time has come
to follow the way
life threw me
to settle down
in the aftermath
of fifty years passing
many goals, dreams
unfulfilled by hardships
a lowly soul, beneath them all
Though difficult to accept, we all will age
No matter how healthy as we turn each page
It's still a great joy
It can't be destroyed
Memories stay with you at every stage
quiet & understated
two words waiting
at the bottom of the page
crouched as though
some other they might chase away
or bar from the path
tonight
i am once again allowed this trespass
pages in a letter
read or unread
are like voices in a room
too soft to be heard
or memories
too dear to be forgotten
somewhere in my heart
on a shelf they lie
your loveletters
R-eading
E-very
B-ook's
E-ducational
C-ontent
C-learly
A-dds
B-rilliant
U-nderstanding,
E-nhancing
R-eason
A-nd
N-ew
O-utlook
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Buerano)
eyes smarting with tiredness,
not registering on the words I see,
heart aching with heaviness,
looking at the last letter you wrote to me,
pages full of the love, that wasn't to be.
Penned 26/7/2017
4 bullets over ownership
desecrated uterus
and hands
they aren't mother's
by stuffed bunny toy donated hope
at child
to whom God has forgotten to make a bed
simply
it makes you less human
browsing through
A golden griffin flies right
off the sheet,
A purple unicorn prances
near your feet.
A friendly sea serpent
splashes in the blue,
While tiny pixies blow
sparkles over you.
Close up the book until next
time they meet.
The rain, it rains.
The snow, it snows.
Each season comes;
Each season goes.
The pages turn,
The years slip by,
While people live
And people die.
It’s never changed
And never will,
Yet poets do
Describe it, still.
Trapped between the pages
that I hope are never turned
Caught within a game,
who’s rules I never learned
Mindful the time is coming,
I’ll receive just what I’ve earned
I’m ripe with understanding,
It’s too late to be concerned
Book pages riffle dance
Feeling its steady glance
Thoughts soaked up
Dreams turnup
Time doesn’t halt
Nostalgic vault
Somber fingers
Forehead expression lingers
Outside world nonexistent
Substantially existent
1/29/2025
No blank pages
Some golden pages of life
forgotten in ruthless time,
Still waiting to be inscribed,
thoughts given an ink.
Written Jan 14th , 2016
For contest "Syllables of wisdom 2" by Silent one
Awarded 2nd place win
My life's great sorrow,
no namesake to carry on.
Pages of my book empty.
Shards of my glass heart,
pierced deep into childless grief.
Drown in my sea of regret.
By Deb Wilson
for "Sedoka me any subject" contest
sponsored by Russell Sivey