Short Paraded Poems
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You gave me a box of darkness
Disguised as a heart of love
You locked my peace inside it
Then paraded for all the world
The carefree invitation
belied the anxious creases
in her gestures
Tense hors d'oeuvres
paraded past frozen smiles
invisible the pale moon
Jealous John was angry all the time
His words were poison filled with slime.
Mother was a horrible drunk.
Home life had him in a funk.
His sadness paraded in the grime.
immense
on the surface,
massive
in depth
yet
if overblown..
malevolent:
a tortuous
reflex..
..allusive
as mercury
to grasp:
a threat
perhaps
if
assembled
and paraded
sans
modesty
Numbness poisoned flowers
spooky nights serenaded
with chattered cowers,
wounded grasp cascaded
panicked voices bloomed
mother's smile paraded
with gleams doomed,
yearning hopeless answers
as death roamed.
A full moon, she paraded
amongst subdued stars
A bright sun swooned then faded
admiring afar
How the sun's love grew brighter
His moon boldly smiled
Hanging full, she grew wider
her shape had beguiled
All boisterous children decide excellent fantasies.
Generated: happily, lusciously, jokingly…
Keeping laughs minimal; nuances openly paraded.
Questions remain somewhat terse.
Universal victory watches xenial yelling zap!
12/28/2016
Paula’s partying parrot paraded pridefully past Pete
Particularly poised Petunia pranced persimmon sweet.
Pete preferred Paul’s personality, plowing past Petunia’s pail.
Quizzable questionable quandary quickly confusing quibbling quail.
Kind of in Hillary Book
Trump likes to be in parades.
In front of course.
By Trump, we have again been invaded;
As all around he paraded and paraded;
Off does show,
Where he will go;
Embarrassed so faces covered and shaded.
Jim Horn
Bright yellow badges proclaimed their faith
Paraded like nameless cattle
Counted and cooped as poultry
Numb and gelid they lay
Only thing alive
Was A desire
For a smooth
Kiss of
Death
Written On:04/24/2017
Contest:'Form N' by Broken Wings
There’s comfort in conformity,
The dry herd steps forward to give
Filed sighs, an enormity
Of purpose, peppered like a sieve
With empty space, paraded fast
Through love and loss, to lie and live,
Splaying bones to yawn death at last,
Our time to pass, we won’t forgive.
Through the looking glass
An undoubtedly strange place
Gold doesn't always glitter there
On their glory days
Film stars are festooned
And paraded around town
When they fall from grace...
Even once, they're hog-tied
And thrown off a bridge!
Date written and posted: 06/14/2019
A bird denied her freedom,
Caged from Her family,
Caged from the world,
Released only to be paraded around..
To fly on command,
To come when she was called...
Her song has gone...
Her fire extinguished,
The cage is all she knows.
Ahhh what she would give to be free...
To be free...
Evil spit its ugly face into this place.
Lighting was less than tolerable.
A feeling of ominousness paraded into my heart instantly
I don’t like it here, I whispered to my companion.
But she was gone.
Who knows what took her?
I never found out
And this was October 14th, 1975.
I have never returned.
true feelings
concealed craftily
beneath the sheath
of saccharine psyche
fragile fantasy
of self sanguinity
fostered
by colors
of chameleon skin
spurious emotions
sprawl surreptitious
pretentiously
paraded skillfully
away from
edge of reason
epitomize deftly
camouflaged ego
GLAMOUR
mores
shown off
ae moral
imperatives
symbolic
to its core s
emblematic
&superficial
a potential
put together
the spectaculare
scrutinised
embroidered
& paraded
insights
of the
passive
barely
visible
idealised
faces
brightened
loved caressed
to an
inner
perfection
Relish my love
A darling dream
Where you and I
We'll be surreal
Lifted and paraded
Embracing praising and dancing
Kissing Our Father God
While being endow
Spiritually in loved
I love God
I love Jesus
I love the woman
God gives me
Relish my love
11/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
What is it that we keep to ourselves
Those things not for others to delve
We keep hidden away from the crowd
Not to be taken paraded and bandied out loud
Do you think about them all the time
Telling yourself it will be just fine
Or do they fester and bubble away
Taunting you whilst you keep them at bay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
November first, day of the dead
Full of traditions, honoring the fallen
We light a red candle at sunset
Lay a table of food for the deceased
Eat sugar skulls, signifying bringing dead to life within ourselves
Masks and signs are paraded in a festival’s procession
Celebrating the cycle of life and death
November first, day of the dead
She struts on oval stage
Ready rage
to tantalize
and also scandelize
With weighty witty
paraded poetry
prehaps pretty
lies lovely
in ice
cold cries
Or other emotional expression
of ornry agony ages
music mages
steal slammer's show
She shivers
gathers guts
walks with
silence
spoken word
left to echo, unheard
The overcast sky wept quietly.
It’s tears joining with the Earth’s breathe.
Mountain peaks and ridges covered with evergreens
pierced the roiling, gray firmament.
Parasoled people paraded past shops,
selling candied ginger and quince.
Road weary tourists bathed their frozen feet
in street side hot springs
And, so, the day commenced.
jiggling juggernaut jockeyed judo
katie’s Korean kitties killed with kudos
lively llamas listened, learning Latin
Mischievous miscreants misused satin
Needless nimble noodles kneaded themselves
Opulence and opals were seen in land of elves
Paralyzed parlor poodles paraded past purple pails
Quarrelsome queens quickly collected quick quails
Peony delight, nectar of princesses
Joyful ebony ants paraded toward them
A steady stream, covering the bulb of a blossom
The plant rejoiced. Loving the attention.
Wind whistled approval; sure sign of summer solstice.
Blossoms tucked inside, listened to the avalanche of attention.
Instantly recognizing and approving the wonderfulness of nature
True feelings concealed craftily
beneath the saccharine sheathe,
toxic fantasy of self items fostered
by the colors of chameleon skin.
Sprawling spurious emotions,
pretentiously paraded skillfully,
away from the edge of reason,
epitomize the camouflaged ego.
____________
May 29, 2022
Contest : Sentimentality
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
We stand like a Rose...
Our head straight to our toes..
Pedals fall from our head..
Still looking strong and not dead..
Our stems with thorns..
A fragrant that allures...
Side by side we grow..
Paraded in a garden we show...
Till the cold wilts us away...
Our beauty will rule the day...
Spring returns with life...
I hope we slept well tonight..