Short Piling Poems
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Alone on a hill-
Afternoon end of summer;
Dark clouds piling-up.
flakes surface frozen melting changing form into reborn droplets waves water tears flowing
dew developing snowing flakes piling growing
Old man winter has a chilly blast.
Oh, thank heavens it does not last.
Feel the wind and the snow,
Piling up on the chateau.
The effects of winter are vast.
snow piling higher
driven by a wildling storm~
winter's icy breath
January 16, 2022
Winter Haiku Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Checked with howmanysyllables
Have your shelf, a merry little bookcase,
because you know it's true
Your books are piling up
and you don't know what to do....
So have your shelf
a merry little library.....too
Stick collecting,
fire building,
flint colliding,
sparks flying,
smoke growing,
fire dancing,
meat piling,
men feasting,
fire dying,
men sleeping.
by Poppy.
Balancing accounts, my most hated chore,
Invoices piling higher than ever before.
Lists of too many charges haunt me today,
Lamenting the weight of each bill to pay.
A beautiful White Christmas... der Bingle is smiling
The world is at peace as this crap keeps piling
A snow blower's a must
From dawn until dusk
ENOUGH ALREADY! A petition I'm filing!!!
Dinosaurs from the past were so intriguing
Imagining them roaming free, so awe-inspiring
Us humans are so puny
These mammoths groovy
If they still roamed free, our poop would be piling
Dinosaurs from the past were so intriguing
Imagining them roaming free, so awe-inspiring
Us humans are so puny
These mammoths were groovy
If they still roamed free, our poop would be piling
Photographic memory
Coursework a breeze
Piling up PhDs
To keep the doors open
Commitments broken
Truth left unspoken
The life of the mind
Roped in, confined
Inevitability: defined
Doors so unkind
dribble of warm earth
weeds piling up and wilting
deep satisfaction
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 3, 2021
for "Elaborating Haiku" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, September 3, 2021
You said it a thousand times before
but never really believed it
Saw the snow coming down
the thick mist enclosing
felt the ice piling up
the cold sinking in
heard voices fade
care disappear
and yet, you never believed.
we’ve had
a taste of spring
but the joke’s on us
surprise
light
fat
fluffy
playfully
bouncy
falling
snowflakes
piling high
on branches
more beautiful
in that
the snow’s
not here to stay
AP: 3rd place 2021
We sit in our corners,
piling our resentments
atop each others, until they are
finally high enough that they can sufficiently block from our view that which
we can no longer bear to look at
as we sit, looking out
from our corner
As this room, Earth life's, dims more
Leaves us, piling up
With too much things boxed, besides
This, junked, abides
In the mind's own storage place.
Old. Wilted, washed out.
Sentiment! Flowery phrased.
Dream world's. Since rased.
Trees in the forest
The leaves fall spreading
Shedding piling down
No one rakes them
They just spread outward
When winter returns
With the first snowfall
Bare trees are coated
With the snow blanket
Feeling dressed and warm
In America
we don’t know how
to take out the trash
The mess piling up
around us
a national rash
Our country deeply
infested
with rats and ptomaine
And from Eden
to a landfill
— our legacy chained
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Sadness surrounds me
Like falling snow
Piling up all around
Deadening the sounds
That come with our world
Floating through the air
Out of control
Falling
Falling
An open field where
Snow erases individualism
Hiding the beauty
Nothing stands out
Blank
See how we now stroll
Hand in hand
Thoughtless and lost
Down twisting lonely lanes
Humming hissing
Dragging the lines
Opening doors
to fading tales
Gathering baskets
Of blames and woes
Piling up a hill
Thus giving us
A bleak view
Into the future
Little white specks
Spiral downward
From a threatening sky
Swirling and Glistening
It's a crystal city
Little white specks
Continue to fall
Finally landing
Piling on top of each other
Forming little crystal mounds
Little white specks
Looking so beautiful
Form:
Skyfall
Big massive piling machine hammers thumps huge steel
iron girders into evil rancid ground. Tree spiralling behemoth rams
dead tree stumps into bare earth to hold up falling cracked sky.
Without them we’d be crushed dead. Empty heavy sky forces on me, us.
Holding on to hope
There is no other way
Can’t throw in the towel
And just toss it all away
Progress piling up
Growing as we go
The path won't be easy
But this we already know
Ready for the work
Eager to transcend
The road goes on forever
The journey never ends
Oju -The Eye
Broken words
Piling up the fire
flaming the soul
scorching the man
stolen trust
leaving a fiery trail
scarring the man
starry eyes, o starry eyes
with a fleeting glimpse
peeking the soul
piercing the essence
scattering barriers
Winter came
in cold December,
snow falling,
winds blowing.
But worst is January,
with snow piling up !
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January 21, 2022
Poetry/Shadorma/Winter in Canada
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