Short Pointedly Poems

Short Pointedly Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pointedly by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pointedly by length and keyword.


School Daze

I miss you with the intensity of a hundred burning suns but I will not speak a word because I do not see angst in your eyes when you glance my way nor can I taste your sadness in the air when we pointedly do not talk.
© Ema Kenyon  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose


Premium Member To a Flamingo

A leggy pinkish bird
With grace and calm exposed.
How my drear day lightens
When you come into sight.
Painted like sunset stirred, 
Standing pointedly posed,
Your mere presence brightens.
My heart with you takes flight.
Form: Ode

Premium Member FACTUAL REALITY-:-

FACTUAL REALITY-:-
remains
 equivocably 
individual

pointedly
formulated
in AUTONOMOUSLY RARE
verbally
 active
argumentative

complex
concepts
then PERCEIVED
normative 
 binding
motionless

reflected
symptoms
Form: Other

Love

Drops of expired love potion
dribble pointedly, slowly,
painfully —within the soft walls of a 
broken heart —
ticking with grave silence and grieving clamour of
grand clocks of yesteryears 
which remind us that love works
like time.

Premium Member Pleasure Palace Princesses Pancake Peacock and Powerhouse Pig

Pretty pancake peacock pointedly persuaded powerhouse pig
To publicly plan porcupine’s playful pink planetary probability placement.
Pleasure palace princesses provided puny particulars providing big
Porky plebes who placated porcupines, poking peacock’s replacement.


Premium Member Only One Alpha Here

a stray has been dumped
my old dog is a snapping turtle of anger
pointedly ignoring the interloping puppy

both think they are the alpha dog
trying to get to daddy
I correct them both
by giving Daddy a long kiss on the lips

There is only one Alpha here
And she tolerates no other Alphas
dog

Premium Member Doris

Doris was quick-thinking
quick-acting, clever, and shrewd
But pointedly polite and polished
Never abrupt or rude

Her knowledge of psychology helped her get by with much
Fooling relatives, acquaintances, coworkers, and such

they were eagerly outsmarted and outmaneuvered by her.
She had an open heart, and a face that was open and pure.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Staring At a Freckle

Staring at a freckle
Misunderstanding her power
Deleting my feeble attempt at happiness
I sigh at my self-imposed, self-indulgent lunacy

who cares?
No one
A beauty mark in some circles
not considered a blemish at all.
Crazy feelings entertained freely by me 
which mean nothing

I pointedly ignore the freckle
the rest of my life...

Conformity For Acceptance

George was to us The Deformed
And his bones The Malformed …
Then, to our rules he conformed,
After he was duly informed
And by us pointedly reformed
And-Lo!-George stooped looking deformed
Nor were his bones still malformed
For overnight, new ones had formed!

Just through his Conformity for Acceptance,
In him stifling Tiger of Resistance.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Grandma Cottonwood

Grandmother Cottonwood’s leaves glistened.
Shaking their silver sides against the breeze.
Glossy and pointedly sculpted, a few listened.
As her main twig rolled up his sleeve.

I had not seen a talking tree since Babes in Toyland.
Expected some marching and a mariachi band.
The woods were unnaturally quiet and stark still.
North wind providing a coldish autumn chill.
Form: Rhyme

Uniform Not Mufti

I hope you did Bernard inform
He should be there in uniform
Or else he is the Out - Of - Form,
Who shan't be housed in Lucas Dorm:
Forever A stranger to storm;
My prayer: that kids grab The Norm 
Striving to not leave any torn,
So that their guides won't seem won.

Simple: Haters of uniform
We need to pointedly reform
Heads cramming with the unsafely
Of one edging near a mufti
Form: Rhyme

Called Out of Breath

Called out of breath
To be over there when
Bodies amass and gasp
Truncated furloughs
Through downtown no dose
And beated arms grasp
Pointedly for drowning sensation

Raised eyebrows at consumption 
and withdrawal 
Not content to sit drooping
And chalkboard signs spell stupor

Porous passion
Healing internal wounds
Like feather surgeons 
Taking me back re-membered 
When all explorations
Held their own song

Premium Member Disaster does not take the blame

Were you looking for me? Her diabolical dog Disaster asked.
She rolled her eyes.
Disaster knew she was looking for him.
She had called his name over twenty times.

Who tore open the cereal box? Why is it on the floor?
Disaster circled it but admitted nothing.
Who chewed up the new roll of toilet paper?
Disaster looked pointedly at his mistress’s husband.

Why does he always blame me? The husband asked.

Premium Member I Am Going On a Snake Hunt

I am pointedly going on a snake hunt today.
Most probably going to catch one quickly and keep it in my pretty loo.
Will dress her up for parties, Easter and Halloween too.
I plan to name her Sharky, she will be excited to be mine.
She will become my muse, my sidekick and my slithering sage.
She’ll snake around our Christmas tree delighted, dressed so fine.
I will keep her ‘til we both die of ugliness or old age.

Premium Member Morning Yawn

Pointedly grows 
Magnetic bliss throes 
Between our eyebrows

We be at ease
Allowing bliss tease
To seductively please

At the heart spacial
Divine energy toroidal
Purrs in a hum magical

Palms & feet
Potent & upbeat
Healing energy tweet

We watch
The jugular notch
Aligning crown to crotch

Divine nectar
Gift of the creator
Enlivens all energy vectors

Thus complete
With bliss replete
Each life pulse we greet

With joy

16-October-2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member the spoon is the wise one

the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea

The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.

Meditation

Stillness
like a smooth tranquil lake
within
all is calm abiding
as the world around shakes and crumbles
there is emptiness
mindfullness of
non ego
wrapped in silence

Mountain
to be climbed on a daily basis
sits
like a calling beacon
a reminder of intent to practice
making room
inside
for freedom from thought

Pointedly directed
one follows the breath
in and out
serenity
prevails
as time is suspended
and echos of past and future
mingle with
the beauty of the moment.

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