Short Populate Poems
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Over Populate
Over populate;
Results will never be great;
Did it anyway.
Isn't this about the size of it?
Jim Horn
Adam
What was the problem
All you had to do was to name the animal
Populate the world and work the land
And rule over the world
What happen
Satan
Lackluster simple primitive amazing starlet
Gathers together admist the populate
Brightly so shines her popularity
Masses gather to see her pageantry
1/1/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Winged wonders brush the sky; birds in flight, like angels above.
Swooping, soaring, round and round; soft wings whispering their secrets.
Birds are natures’ gardeners; spreading seeds. they populate the soil.
2014
Can you elaborate?
When I insinuate,
Or elucidate,
The postulate,
Of the populate ,
To the proclamate,
And indicate,
An approximate,
When to inaugurate,
The officiate,
To delegate,
Or orchestrate,
Us to celebrate
Imagination lights,
A path through all your nights,
For you to follow blind
Across your moon-struck mind.
But deeper in your brain
Are beasts you have to chain
The ancient fears and dreads
That populate our heads.
The News has called me populism.
My vote offends the Press.
And when I'm seen with someone else
they start to feel the stress.
I'd talk to them about it,
but that would be unfair.
As any talk between us
might populate a scare.
Negative People
Written: by Miracle Man
12/17/2021
Nay-sayers and cranks populate my life,
they appear happiest when causing strife.
Griping and whining seems to be their dish,
and skipping my plate has become my wish.
Monument alone
Signifies memory, home
Rest, visitation
Defined rows, sigils
Communal solitude, rest
Dearly beloved
Granite silhouettes
Populate the shrinking span
Reminders of loss
Legacy in stone
Life beautifully engraved
Everlasting love
Here is the sea of sorrow,
Where people need to borrow
Boats of hope and paddles of reason.
To the land of nowhere thought
Our dreams try to flee,
But we keep stopping them
With fragments of redundancy
From very small entropies
That populate our minds.
Today I’m thankful for dragonflies.
We find them by ponds, in lakes in rivers and by streams.
I love how the first people to populate this land believed
dragonflies were the deliverers of dreams.
And I particularly love this indigenous point of view:
If a dragonfly sits on your shoulder…
all your dreams will come true.
Today’s blessing once again comes from Native Nations wisdom:
When how to live a good life I am trying hard to understand…
I often choose the wisdom of the first people to populate this land
Use your voice for kindness,
your ears for compassion,
your hands for charity,
your mind for truth
and your heart for love.
We ponder what will be our fate
As Earth we over-populate.
More industry we generate
And agriculture propogate.
Many species we decimate
As Planet Earth we dominate.
Bigger cities we now create.
In high-rise blocks we concentrate.
Now pathogens grow at a rate
And fly worldwide to dissipate.
We ponder what will be our fate.
In the quiet ebon of morning,
Thoughts arrive as droplets from the sky.
I’ve expended too much of my seventy-nine years,
Waiting on a bus called someday;
Now that the bus has arrived I discover,
I don’t have the price of a ticket,
Indian Blankets don’t populate my meadow,
And my time for planting has passed.
It never seems to end
as you lose another friend
when death comes grimly reaping
and he leaves the mourners weeping
How terrible the day
when someone fades away
and they join with those at last
who populate your past
So once again you start
with a broken mind and heart
as one more soul along the way
stays behind with yesterday
Different feelings,
distinct dreams,
populate solitude...!
All forms of au revoir
date an appointment here,
or elsewhere...all future
has its hole, its landmark
its past tense... just love
that stays is eternal...
The feeling that creates it,
it's source of everything
it permeates, lives and creates...!
whales are our kin
self aware mammals like us
and they were here first
older bigger brains
tagged dated aged centuries
for millions of years
then man sought oil
for lamps putting the lights out
for whale species
the oceans once full
now populate three hundred
self aware whales
humans are like them
mammals here in the millions
who too shall die out
stan sand
You foul beast of Love
– You who pounces on hearts–
Come closer to me one last time!
Dance with me again,
So that when you’ve ripped what you thought my soul
Into shreds of nonexistence,
I will populate the world of pages
With our descendants,
Rhymes and the lack of them,
And you will see
The pen, mightier than your claws!
61 words not counting this line or the title, 2/25/17
Shadow Lies
The dead must laugh at how silly we are
For most of us will soon join them
Due to being jabbed up with the vacc
To cure the world of the CCP Virus
And de-populate the planet for them
Them who run the world behind the scenes
We only see shadows and hear lies
And countdown till we all die
The clock in the vac is ticking
Will you go and die before me
Time to go now see you soon
Ageing POETICALLY- -A HAIKU
process growing grey
external signs of ageing
dried skin, brittle bones
aged elderly
immortal potentially
aged populate
made of dirt and clay
must age and die in nature
process growing old
becoming older
concepts Gerontology
an age populate
6/4/19
A contest on Aging Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
It's not the same concrete parking lot that it was years ago.
Eternally characterized by the graffiti decorating the cold stone.
Those stiff business people aren't like those that populate it after dark.
Hardcore music used to echo around the underground haven
while teenage miscreants and outcasts ignored the rising moon and passing
time.
Those kids grew up too long ago
The parking lot's abandoned now, and it'll never be the same again.
She sits atop a cloud of eppervesence
deep in thought
over the question
where did the fairies go
how to bring them back
her filligreed wings swish back and forth
as her thoughts go deeper
lost in ways to create her land of the fairies
where they can thrive and
dance
amongst the verdant ferns and brilliant stars
she holds the light of illumination in her hand
seeking wisdom
praying for the return of her comrades
to populate the land
and return it to the way it used to be.