Short Perennially Poems
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Axes
Perpetually strive
Chopping off...
Banyan trees
Perennially spread
Aerial roots...
17 December 2021
Bite Size Poem #30 Poetry Contest
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i
rain came in drenched streets
showered life, near-drowned plants
Heaven's broom, harvests' groom
ii
puddles in garden
odd beauty, surplus, providence
water sinks low, rises too
Paralyzing fear cages him in;
Perennially trained outdoors - his jealous eyes
Roaming about free - strange faces
Oh, how he wishes he could be...
One of those faces!
Pumpkins, pumpkins every
place. Pumpkins on my lunch
plate. pumpkins under moon
Placid, silver, shining
'Pon that pumpkin patch orange.
Pumpkins gathered, cooked done
Perennially served, hon
I Inwardly looking
N Noting my flaws
T Taking stock
R Remembering my youth
O Observing my growth
S Sadly, reflecting
P Perennially regretting
E External poison
C Contemplating life remaining
T Till something makes sense
I In the world I call home
O One must admit
N Nothing ever changes but never stays the same
Young Mourners say goodbye
to family members that they
never knew or briefly met,
bewildered and wondering
why they were separated
by death,
Experiencing life as if it were
a movie already begun,
Some are perennially filled
with grief and disbelief,
reminiscing how they could
go on with puzzles of their
lives missing, while living
in a fish bowl.
With a heavy heart and laden feet
I step again into a domain where nature
perennially is in a state of spring,
But there’s fall in my world and gloom
For I had once walked hand-in-hand
this very path with my love in bloom
And had woven some fond memories on
this park bench which now sits forlorn.
Abdul Malik, 08/31/15
Sense of Touch contest by nette onclaud
We need to die
as many times as necessary,
to be reborn as many others...
Life is made up of many deaths,
and the death simply of many lives...
This fundamental principle,
I conceive by heart...
I've lived and died countless times...
Journey companions,
we are born and we die,
meet and separate
perennially... but one day
we will be another structure...
No need to be born or die...!
Aloneness
metamorphosizes
into isolating loneliness
with haunting banshee-like screams;
daily caged inside
perennially mute
four walls,
a divorced empty nester.
Inhabiting
a home
once filled
with mirth and chatter.
In much happier times,
his refuge;
now a lonely prison,
Until he steps out
the front door
to plenary freedom.
Many say love makes the world go round,
It captivates us, not allowing our feet to
touch solid ground,
Love hurts and leads us to deceptive places,
allowing us to be pawns in games of chicanery,
Yet, in its power we continue to believe,
knowing that the heart has the ability to deceive,
despite its harrowing ways we perennially continue
the elusive chase, until we decide we have experienced
enough of its chastisement, then, we hold our hearts closely
for serious advisement..........