Short Partially Poems
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You could be considered partially correct on your last two ideas, but I need a
somewhat more definative word. Review all the clues.
Form:
I looked up at a
partially cloudy blue sky
remember childhood
lie down upon the green grass
daydreams fill the warm spring air
Curtains, partially open
at six in the evening,
as the faint evening sun rays
pierce through my window,
as I take coffee
while listening to jazz,
is what I would call
a perfect evening!
a playground's absence,
the invisible angel
sketching burns they walk;
laughing cheeks run fallen salt;
winter is dead in the streets
partially inspired by a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
May we be blessed to understand:
we are all on a journey that is only partially our own…
with individual experiences and memories to collect…
and there is so much we can learn from one another
when our journeys intersect.
Weeds as tall as children
Partially hide the dusty windows.
A long silence hangs
Where once promise echoed.
Broken glass fills the street -
Glittering like emeralds
To some - to a majority -
Proving their travails.
footfalls silently all my life had followed me till I turned a corner. . .
I hear them no more . . . for they are at my door
2018/ for Silent One's When One Line Is Not Enough Poetry Contest
Revised to new form, which is partially rhymed.
You want the truth! May be you disagree
However, that what I feel and what I see
No person could feel your pain and sorrow,
Indeed one person knew! That's you who
Knew what you have done and gone through.
It is not totally your problem
Partially it is because of them.
You smile and wave as you pass by
But I hate it.
I hate to see you with that cigarette dangling from your lips
I hate to see your profile, partially hidden by the smoke that's curling away from your mouth
I hate it when you talk to me with the smell of tobacco on your breath
Just quit.
Form:
when she left
emerald spears
lay rusting
in the ground
partially veiled
by lost companions
shed skeletons
stoically stand skyward
stabbing space
silence captures all
as water flakes
fall quietly to the tarp
crackling fuel
in the room’s womb
melts the chilled void
she left behind
The closet door is partially open,
More than a crack.
Yet I cannot see
The goblins yet.
My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to
Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman
Under my bed, ready to grab my feet
Or my hand.
Oh, yes, the closet door is open.
The mole that she is sporting there
On the breast that's partially bare
Proud to have the beauty mark
She got it one day on a lark
The needle stung but worth the price
Sure the boys would think it nice
The spot upon her chest you see
Natural beauty for a monetary fee
For the Mole contest...
i miss you
i understand
but it doesn't dull
the deep ache
that occurs when
part of who you are
is absent
and the bits of joy
that i am finding
are dulled by
not knowing
your joy
or your sadness
or seeing your
face and hearing
your voice
it feels like
i am only
partially living
without you
Pinnacle predator
Prominently patterned
Primarily pod-based
Prefers porpoise portions
Pretty photogenic
Partially protected
Parasite-prone problems
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for the In Search of Prey Poetry Contest
on the subject of Orcas
sponsored by Joseph May
written 03/16/2022
Check mate I win again...
How funny I aways lose....
Shameful aren't you
A piece you
never
Get back....
How unprincipled...
A petty game
Though blameworthy
(Partially)....
How about a new
Game
No....
Im afraid once
something
Is truly lost
you can never get it back
A Statement
Miracle Man
2/16/2023
Each person often sees,
only what they want to see in another person,
and that may only partially touch upon the truth,
of who that person really is.
But I, for one, am cool with that.
I admire the good qualities,
and pray over the perceived bad.
1 Subject,
70 Sheet,
Wide ruled,
Blue main, partially covered in fleece
With 27 blue and 1 red line
3 holes punched
empty circles in time
emptiness of thought
trying to learn things
that can't be taught
no catchy punch lines
not even a sweet phrase
in act of creative desperation
I write about...... a notebook page
Wear a wristwatch, for you may die in your sleep,
a timepiece, one with an alarm you can set.
Best not to wake up dead still locked into that last dream,
for sleep is just death pretending to be coy.
Try to dream of being at least partially alive,
aware enough to double-check.
if death is asleep or not.
I'm weak, I'm pale
I'm strong, I'm craving!
Damn! I shiver,
I'm shattered.
I've a disease and it's a disaster.
It killed me partially but perfectly.
I'm sore. You induced yourself in me and now I can no more see ,myself in me!
Disease I suffer is love,
Chills is your absence.
Gosh I'm in love.
Home
Home is more than just a house.
It is a place we can be our real selves.
We can dress causally or not at all.
Listen to our favorite music at any volume.
Have several partially read books lying around.
We can watch TV or write poetry.
The list is endless, but the best part is
home is truly a place to live.
The approach of winter she silently dread.
The cat is meowing, demands to be fed.
She checked her to do list that ran thru her head:
get to the gym, to the store to buy bread,
finish the book that she's partially read..
She scolded herself to get up from the bed
but the warmth from the comforter cocooned her instead..
Driving Too Fast Going Past
Without a doubt I had been there first,
And to pass me she possessed a thirst;
Hard to endure;
Her fault for sure;
Actions done were not well rehearsed.
She was in a hurry and tried to pass me
on passenger side of car. She partially
ran off road and ran into driver's side
of our car.
Jim Horn
erotic red!
colored
partially unclad
barely a reveal
a pole dancer
standing provocatively
exposes the mold
dances the wall
on the lap of the paint
peeled raw to the grain
she tugs at your groin
rattles your pallet
revs the engine of your pristine thoughts
shoves your brain into the ground
erotic read!
The voyage will be
docking at dawn tomorrow.
There is a party tonight
but it will be
a sentimental kind of
celebration of the new world
to be replaced by the old.
Goodbye new fantasy hopes,
eye flashes and flirtations,
moments of youth-like heartbreak.
I've already partially packed.
Tonight will be a
muted abbreviation of yesterday.
I like water,
Except when it's green and lumpy a lot!
Then I imagine all sorts of things.
Leaf monsters growing,
And having a fling.
Slimy worms crawling,
On the bottom of everything!
Planning a party,
On great slimy plates!
They invited me to come,
But it was too late,
For me to have fun.
Particularly when the water,
Is partially cooked in the sun!