Short Pillowcase Poems
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With lonesome fingers I now trace
the lost impression of your face
that once compressed my pillowcase
washed away but not erased
now by polka dots of tears replaced
What are you studying? I asked two co-eds.
One is getting a masters in tissue removal.
The other is getting a bachelor’s degree in pillowcase warfare.
Raising a whole new slew of questions.
Romantic dreams were shattered when
They roamed the sheet in search of food
And hunted on the pillowcase;
The bedbugs spoilt the loving mood…*
For Susan’s Hotel Room contest
A true story – have had a phobia ever since!
Fitted sheet on mattress
Then next the top sheet
First blanket is placed
Pillowcase on pillow
The duvet is next
A choice to make here
One side is plain color
the other has a flora
Some cushions are placed
Bed is now made
It comes at night, a tendril below pillowcase.
It comes in a café, steam rising in accusatory curls.
It comes when reading, words spooling into wordsearch loops.
It comes in conversations, translating words into true falsities.
It comes within noise, an invisible barking that hunts in silence.
Self righteous piety reeks like a blanket of wet dog hair,
odoriferous and foul.
Betrayal.
My friend.
Sagging spirit like a pillowcase of drowned kittens.
For what profit to you?
At what cost to me?
We walk this same earth.
Pray your moccasins do not cross the balance point of the universe.
There's a pillow on my bed
that calls me every night,
It has a pillowcase
colourful and bright.
Moves me with emotions
exhaustion from the thought
Of the pillow on my bed;
body rest support.
Comfort for my neck and head
to lay upon and sleep,
Perfect plush for some hush
when fatigue does creep.
I’m the worst of angry footsteps.
I’m blisters on spider webs.
Attention seeking.
It’s like horror but sapphire.
Because I’ve been attention seeking.
Willingly.
Even with soaked feelings.
I’m the worst of spot on an old pillowcase.
Kept stuff anyway.
Burnt out like a pot roast.
Wistfulness on the side.
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
Brash stars shimmering in the heat,
challenging house lights on our street.
Riding the Moon to the bedsheet,
wishes bounce on my pillowcase.
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
The time has come to start a season,
To heal a mad-dash Autumn's lesions.
The sun-spent earth resists the flakes
Insistent notes like music makes
The thirsty ground a pillowcase.
Sharp winds elicit needed sighs
As inch by inch the Autumn dies--
Replaced by comfort mountains high.
The sleeping earth will gather strength
As nature waits for Springtime's pranks.
Turning tales of an empty road
Glass and mirrors
And
A rose...
Strolling alone I hear the wind
Although
a whisper from within
I can't bear this riddle
So,
I shake inside this puzzle piece dangles
Books and bandages
She was no crook
A bed and a pillowcase
Tattooed and clean
I wear my scars like an index
Would you stay
Or
Just smile..... As, I dream.
Pumpkin King; hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.
Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.
Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.
SWEET DREAM TM
My company manufactures mattress
Blanket, quilt, bedcover, pillowcase.
‘SWEET DREAM’, the chosen
Trade -Mark going on
capturing market accessing success.
12/25/ 20
First Place
'Trade Mark' Contest by Sara Kendrick
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Unable to hold back the tears you keep,
Letting them trickle down your face,
They come to an end as they soak into the pillowcase,
The pain grows in this darkness causing more tears,
Even worse when you have to wait and see if the crowd of memories clears,
Without even knowing it everything becomes calm and black,
Waking up in the morning you find the depressing feelings are back
Where have they gone? The tabby cat said.
Who cares? Asked Australian shepherd as he jumped on the bed.
His paw tore up a corner of lace on a pillowcase hem.
Get off of there! Yelped a chow chow named Jim.
I think they’re on the lake, they may be looking in.
Two kitties chased each other under the bed, a total win.
Let’s mess up the whole room, a scruffy tomcat suggested.
Better not! Said a persnickety old maid cat, we might be arrested.
I kiss the disappearing image
the apparition that is you
my arms around a shadow
something I can’t hold on to
I hear the imaginary lyrics
the love song that you sang
of promises not tendered
but I heard them just the same
as I write the endless letters
with invisible, hopeless ink
professing one-sided feelings
unstamped empty sheets
the sun peaks through the window
as another nightmare fades
the only evidence remaining
teardrops on a pillowcase
Bugs in my bed,
I sure hope they're dead.
I hope they're not nestled,
In the hair on my head.
What if they're all, over my pillowcase, then they'd be crawling all over my face.
Is this really happening, or am I just paranoid, cuz a bug infestation I must certainly avoid.
How will I know if they are really really small, maybe an exterminator is who I should call.
What if they eat me, real slow til I'm dead.
I guess a good way to start, is to get OUT of this bed.
I dreamed you were here
we sat on my terrace
sipping wine under the stars
the full moon reflecting
on the pool and bathing
us in soft lunar light
I dreamed you were here
singing me a love song
as we danced, locked
together, barely moving
to the song you sang
I dreamed you were here
holding me close
under the crisp egyptian sheets
your whispered words
surrounding me with love
morning dawns, the dream fades
as I stretch and turn
I find one perfect rose
on your pillowcase