Short Periods Poems
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Periods are way better than commas.
They stable thy reader's breath,
Furthermore,they save thy writer's ink
Aiming for limelight
All of them are not eyeless
Better start to pray
I’m imminent for your life
I’ll shoot you thousand periods
(another really nice thing I saw on the news the other day)
waiting periods waived
adoptees meet new families
blessings from tragedy
The Mystery of Pain- Emily Dickinson
Pain cannot recollect
When it began.
It has no future.
It’s infinite realms contain
New periods of pain.
A hold
Unknown
Seasons trials
Walking the miles
Been a while.
Waiting periods
Test of Faith
Jesus is present
With his Mercy and Grace.
In times of distance and in periods of separation I carry you within
Every moment of every day I reflect on you're beauty and I see you
I love you
If
only
women
would name
their periods like
hurricanes - it would
be much simpler for all the
poor guys to work out just which
argument you’re currently referring to
promised freedoms betrayed -
poverty frolics amid laws….
changing….
Senryu per contest instructions…no capitilzation, commas, or periods
© September 18, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Periods of silence
Please never again
I really don't like them
The wait until when
The silence has ended
Sometimes long it's been
Though I still wrote poems
For you to read then
Gone pass the windrow of my life,
taken on board over short periods.
Depletion gauged at total length
upon second terrace down.
Convex appears at medial conclave,
therefore turned and complete.
Incarnated souls, destiny's unswerving path are obliged to follow
Through purging periods of suffering and grief till rendered hallow
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 July 2018
Roadside stop...
Activity...
Humans go...
Ellip...
Unfinished thoughts or coping from another but not finishing
Ellipical is periods or decimal points placed to show that has happened?
Shadowed night before arrival of new day.
Mysteries that may haunt or illuminate
One may drift along or be bait.
These absent light periods may sway,
Or obscure the repeated dreams.
Each time may take love away.
In periods of misfortunes Man on his knees God implores for his suffering to confine
When prosperity comes and all goes fine Man seldom remembers to thank the divine
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2018
Love is a riveting language which is devoid of punctuation. For the very reason it makes small stretches of sense at one moment and senselessness on the other. We put periods into it at our own expense, and to reflect our desires.
Form:
Against evening's dusk
Bright, twinkling periods
Seek ends of phrases
Creating their own poetry;
They dart through the gloom
To rearrange words
Determine the flow
Rapidly composing 'ere
The tick of the clock is suspended.
She’s ravaged in success
I am love me less
She boy
And her house
We built
To see more loss
In your market
I thee exiled
Partitions
And blinds
Trapped? Tracing your minds
Periods and plural’s i wound
A bouffant in blooms
In His great slumberous periods
Mighty yawned, wedged in between
Love taking sips, beat ardours
That haze a hummingbird scene
This awaits, shaping comforts
Voluptuous settee.
Set on its coral paws to bear
The dreamt fruits of Deity.
Her book was disturbing,
in an antiseptic kind of way
Cleansing words of their reluctance,
periods gone—commas laid
“Tribute To Joan Didion’s
‘Slouching Toward Bethlehem’”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
present moment
brings with it
levels of stress
never wanted
can't we just
fast forward to
the future when
this entire event
has been forgotten
waiting is the worst
thing about transition
periods within in life's
time line
Our hens gone smart
Neither sleep in cages
Nor find warmth in the sand
ANYMORE
They 've grown consciousness
Of their matyrs past
Knife to pot torture
And the body burials
They know now fest periods
Bid to escape, sleep on rooftops.
existence be
h/our time
mind-body flight...
as winged...
up and down
periods of
waiting...
for some
real-at-tea
but in...
a pressed-sense
of thought
now...
it means
i forgot
...cold cup...microwave!...
len
molding
every word
with bare
hands
putting
pressure
on every
letter with
thumbs
that have
their own
minds
shaping
vowels of
verbs from
action to
possessive
and never
using periods
to keep
the
viewer
always
looking
Form:
My mind often stores images of daily events good and not so good for prolong periods of illusions ( Time) past, present. Noe I reboot my hard drive of anything underserving of interference of my data, cpu’s, peace constantly being restored in my mind.
Moments spent
In mindfulness are,
Never a waste of time.
Daily mindful meditation
Fulfills the spirit.
Unique to themselves,
Long periods spent in mindfulness
Never leave you stressed.
Everyone needs to
Sit daily in
Soul-nourishing, mindfulness meditations.