Short Paragraph Poems
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One
One letter
One word
One sentence
One paragraph
One page
One chapter
One section
One book
One
placid palatial paragraph
penned by polly poet
perfect personification
prose and poetry prettiness
proving preconceived perfection
A blank page is ready
For the pen to begin
Spreading the words
One letter at a time
Then one paragraph
Followed by another
Until the poem has
ended
And what are naked words ?
Words that are not formatted in a sentence or paragraph
Or surrounded by punctuation marks or numbers....
4/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Big leap from pencil
Exclamation marks
Scribbles and whorls
Paragraph writing
Not erasable
A cartoonist
Writer of prose
Middle school
Soiled fingers
Permanent
Poetry
Penmanship
Bluish
Tattoo
Ink
Reducing a book
down to one chapter
Reducing that chapter
to a paragraph honed
Reducing that paragraph
to one lasting sentence
Reducing that sentence
to a word
— truth atoned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Thusly
A thought
The first letter
A sentence ensues
The paragraph develops
A chapter has been inscribed
The new story can be ascertained
A position on the bookshelf is reserved
The copywriter will never be discouraged
What's your relationship to the Deceased
Why I am also dead as well
Someone wrote an essay on me
Well I say essay more like a paragraph
And when I say paragraph I mean sentence
Which in reality was no more than a
?
Actually
Sickness is the devil himself divining his ill will.
It seems his only interest is to see what he can kill.
The evil deep inside us all, he uses as a tool.
And sneaks around just like a snake awaiting his next fool.
One paragraph unto itself.
Now on display on Poetry Soup's shelf.
If words were notes upon a score
would the melody play beyond …
Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn
each paragraph a song
If words could sing harmonic
as their letters drift away
Would music take you past that place
— verse forces you to stay
(The Book Of Prayers: March, 2017)
Not another letter,
not another breath.
Not another paragraph,
to sentence me to death.
Not another chapter written,
I'm running out of rhyme.
Of all the pages I have filled,
have stolen from me time.
Not another paragraph,
not another breath,
Not another letter,
to sentence me to death.
The other half of me
Explains what others see
But only few know that half
That I choke and bleed between every laugh
That there's a king behind the gaffe
That there’s pain in every paragraph
And those who know
Don't know where I'll go
But at least they will be at my gravestone
If words were notes upon a score,
would the melody play beyond…
Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn,
each paragraph a song
If words could sing harmonic,
as their letters drift away
Would music take you past that place
—verse forces you to stay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Concentration would appear
to gain me nothing.
I read a paragraph,
close my eyes and open them,
then read one more,
yet nothing still is gained.
Do I hold no interest in what
each paragraph holds?
Each page? Each hour? Each day?
What is gained in age?
And does age hold me nought?
(January 2022)
There is a poem inside of me
It’s trying to get out
I do not know how long it is
Or what it is about
Swirling thoughts inside my head
Words to make you laugh
Witty, wild, wavy words
To form a paragraph
Words that tell a story
Of something you might do
Betcha if you look inside
You’ll find a poem in you!
A smile is worth ten words, enough to write a sentence.
A smile is worth a hundred words, enough to write a paragraph.
A smile is worth a
Thousand words, enough to write a story.
A smile is worth a
million words, enough to write a novel.
A smile is worth a infinite amount of words, enough to rewrite history.
These words are just thoughts written on paper.
It's free to take it's own form.
Follow it's own outline and format.
A composition of feelings, emotion, wisdom
all in one paragraph, on e phrase.
A personal and deep reflection of yourself,
your surrounding, your dreams, your dispair.
A glance at your mind written on paper.
e……..em……..emu……emulate……emulation
building words is quite the celebration
constructing sentences is a kick too
conjunctions acting as the well-toned glue
prepositions running up and down
paragraph sneering with a clown’s young frown
my muse tears down rules and jumps over walls
ideas are pinging in my head now like ping pong balls
I’m all alone in a pit of darkness.
Nothing can save me anymore.
I’ve lost all my hope.
And love always seems to fail with me.
No-one seemed to care about anything to do with me.
No-one believed I would do this.
They thought it was just jokes.
Well I guess I have proved them wrong.
And with this short, little paragraph, I must leave.
In burlap did he laugh,
the huskiness of mirth
to occupy the dearth
of sound. A photograph
beside the paragraph;
her testament of worth.
In satin does she weep,
cold buttons in her lap.
The invocations tap
an estuary deep.
Like flutterings in sleep
they flood the aching gap.
She penned his epitaph:
In Burlap Did He Laugh.
3/26/18
You required from us no elegy
So I promise in this paragraph
My poems become your epitaph
From all the years of reading youve done
Ive become your writing son
And today I am almost old
I will write it into solid gold
Your blood is the fluid in my inky pen
The spirit of the ages
I will spill on these pages
Until one day I will see you again
What matters everything else words comparable distorted letters speaking faucity collective words
Collective converse
Yakityyak
Combined parallel to make sentences
Breach multiply sentences paragraph in parenthesis Community first leading to that confusion
Referencing channing collective communication
1/1/24
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Cosmos hides her secrets in whispers
Communicating bits on wings of faeries
Dusted flowers aid in the subterfuge
Lilacs enjoying starlight, leaning in to hear
Violets peeking at mossy ferns who hold answers
Each particle coveting the bits that were entrusted to them
No one having a complete paragraph or even a sentence
Until they agree to collaborate in universal agreement
celebrating ignorance as an offering
enabling us to experience suffering
an orientation as such exits trance
recognising life as a divine dance
spontaneity does not paragraph
so soul laughs at its own gaffe
and with no earthy goals to chase
bilocates between earth and space
enjoying bliss even whilst hemmed in
at all times feeling bliss ignition within
Written in blood yet sheds no red
As pen caresses my mighty seed
The shadows hurled the whispers of the dark
As pleasure slithers in the moon of light.
And then decoded in the movement of your lips
You realize all of a sudden this is no paragraph
But fragments of innumerable plights
Moistened with the desire
Of some men.
Now, indelible.
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