Short Pile Up Poems
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Beautiful crisp leaves
Cool refreshing breeze
Books begin to pile up
As school begins and Summer ends
You realize
You are a new you
Pile up snow, yes, pile up deep,
pile up snow on hills real steep,
pile up snow, I want three feet,
pile up snow, fresh powder is sweet.
There is this clever poet named Jack
His limericks pile up by the stack
I try to write one
To have a little fun
But his, a feast and mine just a snack
The stones that are thrown to break my bones
Pile up to they start to weigh
And the sticks don't decay
Nor do the words that you say
That I thought would never hurt me
thick blanket of fog
smothers visibility --
cars pile up
Silence so deep you can almost hear the snow fall..
While velvet drifts pile up against the cabin wall..
And then the lonely wolf begins his mournful call..
Thinking about a close friend who died a long time ago:
The days pile up
And the seasons come and go,
The moons wax and wane,
Years continuously flow,
How long will I remember . . .
Immigrant bodies pile up in Texas
After building a wall from ‘freedom’ glass
Green card for hard labour
Slave on dearest neighbour
Watch your companions expire en masse
17th July 2019
Cover your back and don't be slack;
Don't buckle to stress and crack.
Procrastinate not and pile up the stack;
Have your goal and stay on its track.
And show some knack and ingenuity in the battle of the sexes.
Like the fine snow that falls,
Life continues to gently pile up.
Then one day it becomes a burden.
Like snow so pure and gentle
It becomes soiled, heavy and a job.
It takes more than these shoulders
To clear a path to sanity.
orange
red
brown
yellow
oh,how i love
the colors of fall
they fall
they fly
they flit
they flutter
oh,the wonderful
colors of fall
they all fly
down
down
down
from the trees
until they pile up to your knees
oh, the wonderful colors of fall.
Form:
Let your words pile up
like laundry on the floor;
don't sweep crumbs of thought onto a page
I won't read the letters anymore.
Don't calligraphy your love
hoping I will break;
peel the stamps off your envelopes,
Your letters I won't take.
I sort bubbling dishes in proper place
I drown absorbed sink with soapy water and towering dishes
They pile up-- what's the point of doing them?
I place a towel next to the filthy sink
I drown dishes and try my hardest to dry them without a drop
But what good would it do-- dishes pile up!
Under the sour light
of the summer moon, when the
asphalt maze exhales
heatness we come and
ensemble at Teufelsberg
just to pile up the
broken and rusty
pieces of our outcasted
heart, hoping that if
we exchange them like
puzzles of the autumn we
will able to build new ones.
We gibble-gobbled fast and furiously
Like race cars that are about to pile up
Three friends meeting at a restaurant
Where people are supposed to wear masks but aren’t.
All of us not waiting our turns, so eager to explain our positions.
As rude as lifelong friends can be without consequences.
Education starts at home
Work kids' fingers to the bone
Pile up the chores after school
Then on to homework
-- That's the rule
No TV shows or quick little breaks
Nose to the grindstone 'til it aches
If you want them to taste freedom
Prepare kids to counter Red China's Kingdom
Give me an Ace
pile up the deck
Give me a chess
Let’s save the King
Put on these games
Hope I play well
start, stop the time
Not for too long
Light the fire right
Watch me burn bright
Like sparks at night
When it’s light out
Give me an Ace
Give me a heart
Give me a pill
Hope it heals time
Years pile up like shadows, long and still,
Etching the limits of dreams and will.
Youth, a spark, now smothered by grace,
But the soul's depth, no moment can erase.
In quiet lines, in silver threads,
A life at one time was lived and spread.
For age is not a closing page,
But a mirror that reflects an endless stage.
Words
pile up
and hasten my demise
into subconscious realms
of translucid reality
and all the while
it just gets too difficult
for me to comprehend
as I listen to complaints
from the weak and wretched
as they discuss their peeves
and I not really caring
not really wanting to hear
and being too cowardly
to just walk away
O, father, tall as an emerald mountain,
Caring for the family, loving each one.
Scintilate like a star, you light up my world.
Sacrifying your nights and working hard on days,
You pile up heaps of paychecks for us live on.
O father, now, I have my gift for you...
My tears, streams winding their only way to your soul.
to my dad on FATHER DAY
I am a collector of worthless things
How they pile up I have no inkling
I clean out my junk drawer at two o’clock
It is crammed full of extra things by two fifteen.
Do others have this problem?
What solution have you found?
Would it work for me?
Bear in mind I refuse to throw away anything
And a husband who stuffs all his extra stuff into drawers.
Snow
Falls light
Air is cold
It will increase
With big storm ahead
Two feet coming
To pile up
Very
Soon
Heidi Sands
1/18/19
Brisk winter air has settled in
I venture into my back yard
Grab a rake and pile up leaves
To be burned, with disregard
As I set torch to said fallen
I reflect on a job well done
Something assuredly needed
Now who's the responsible one?
Holiday spirit surrounds me
Bundled up in my attire
I feel the warmth, I see the glow
Oh no! My pants are on fire!
Cinderblock walls
Thick wood doors
And concrete floors
(For)
eight straight hours
switching rooms
switching desks
(Even though)
It's all the same
Atmosphere
(Semi)
Good teachers
Some funny
Some not
(Confusing)
Assignments
Pile up in my
Brain
(Till)
Relief comes
When the bell
Signals fourth
(I)
Rush to the room
Also my home
(The)
Bandroom
Who stole my muse?
Did a stranger come at night as I slept?
Did the oscillating weather changing the warm to cold,
freeze my budding words to write?
Did the daily stress pile up like dirty laundry,
blocking the beauty that I usually see?
Or did my muse just take a vacation,
to some place that I would rather be?
Heidi Sands
3/21/24
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