Short Perishable Poems

Most perishable
and delicate, a snowflake 
melts—what tragic death!...

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poetry is and will always be
a perishable present moment
creation's indelible tribute...

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Man is endowed with the pangs of life,
Elixir the best thought to be is to invoke Supreme Soul,
Thy pryer is answered instantaneously,
To enliven Being by relieving him of perenially perishable poignancies !!...

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Perishable



Immortal soul cries,
Passion fails to turn me wise,
Time can't check my craze,
Memories form dense haze,
Perishable to pay price!





Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written November 4th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma...

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My immortal soul I asked:

" Why have you chosen to incarcerate yourself within the walls of perishable flesh?"

" ...for to witness the thrills of temporarily.." was her surprising reply!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   17 February 2018...

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Everything is decaying if it is perishable nature
Everyone dies if there is life in this mortal body
No one is God, no one is immortal
Immortality is the taste of gossiping 
I do not know if God has a soul or life! 
But the one in whose body the soul or life is mortal


-Chattogram...

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Powerful gusts blow trees horizantal,
Bricks blown off houses,
Paint chipped off cars,
Recklass beauty,
Swirling winds of destruction,
Grabbing the heart of observers,
More prayers sent up than those on Sunday,
Cashmere shirt: $150
Furniture set:  $1,950
Plasma TV:      $800
YOUR LIFE:      PRICELESS...

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get out of yur shackles
and be free like a wind
nothing to loose
life is short and
you have only one life
here
so why do you
hesitate
sing dance hug
make love
like there is no
tomorrow
accumulate time 
money is perishable
be free
like a breeze
a butterfly
we can do it
dont think
act now

sep 18 2016
7.22 pm...

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life drain that needs a new installment
over flow, the curvaceous wash of social media
privacy perishable, burden of risk
tech gadgetry, finger punched detachment
tangle of cyber speak, sheared discourse
movement pitched in Tik Tok rhythm
always another world to screen into
change that covers me like mud












Poem revised: June 17, 2021...

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P-icking up the pieces from your shattered dreams; 
A-llows you to ponder the matter, reflecting on falling apart at the seams.
L-et one think not of indispensability, nor of being invulnerable; 
A-ll things are transient, for they fade and are perishable.
N-ew dreams though are immortal, 
O-ffering hopes free of charge; 
G-et up and muster your wits to find the luck still at large....

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When the sunset of our life comes 
And the earth swallows us all 
Termites will consume the head 
And maggots, the liver
The buttocks woman adorn with beads
Will become food for the mother earth 
What value does a man have? 
When tomorrow he will be no more 
A sorcerer I would have honored 
If only he would become immortal 
The life that men live is perishable 
Alas! Why do we have to die!!!...

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Die Wandgemälde
Licht und Schatten im Zimmer
Vergängliche Kunst

In heller Nachmittagssonne
Stetig wandelnder Reigen

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The wall paintings
Light and shadows in the room
A perishable art

In a bright afternoon sun
Constantly changing round dance

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Pinturas murales
Luz y sombras en el cuarto
Un arte perecedera

En sol de tarde brillante
Constante cambio del corro...

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Onion is crying
For-itself
Without peeling
Without cutting
Only sitting 
On the shelf
Prices to soar
Without uproar
Maximum this year
Minimum next year
Unable to know
Why prices grow?
Sometimes to throw
Sometimes to borrow
So much confusion
Or the market's illusion
Farmer in delusion
Customer's suffocation
Problem to solve
Still unsolved
Of simple pricing
Without price hiking
Of the perishable cycle
Of onions survival.
               -Rohan Dhabade...

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Listen to poem:

Perishable 
David J Walker

    as words spoken of love
with heat but not taken to heart 

while the cold of hate echoes 
well into the night 

let the dance continue until 
exhaustion claims the pallor 
from the cheeks of the last flight as
the dancers stumble and
the poet's mumble brilliant
verses that no one else may hear

the perfectly clean and clear waters
held in hands parish between 
fingers and thumbs

evaporating later to become
a sheet of freezing fog...

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