Short Pored Poems
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If you pored over maps, could you find Wales?
“Details,” you say. Perhaps.
Or maybe such glaring gaps
in knowledge presage collapse.
I poured
emotions
in cauldron
and lit fire
and laughed
waited
and laughed
to see the outcome
I over the head
pored
pored
pored
I got bored
and chucked the
pore.
Are you sore?
her ebony hair, pulled, tied tightly back
in a manner that sharply accentuates
her haughty, elegantly sculpted face;
the unblemished stretch of ivory-toned,
delicately pored skin over the slant
of an exquisitely endowed bosom;
a work of art is she, just outstanding;
that she really seems real is astounding,
that mannequin there quietly standing.
feeble flesh feigned
rusty reels' reign
hoity hankers bled
porous pruning led
furious feast fetched
blind blitzkrieg belched
gaunt gifts gored
punctured pills pored
nocturnal nature bored
taunted trees moaned
callous crest cloned
damping drooling drone
eerie ends etched
callous catastrophe clenched.
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Note: Of wanky war.
dark dearth dribbled
crunching cloned cripples:
hoisted hay forlorn
perforating pulpy pawn
punctured pills pored
gaunt gifts gored
nocturnal nature tamed
leering lanky lame
kaleidoscopic chaos craved
meagre missiles moaned
munching mufti robe
rusty rhythm poked
yearning yucks yelled
fuming felon flesh.
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Note: Of numbed nature.
She bled into a river
Where shallow water slept
Pored the essence from her soul
There with the leaves
That autumn wept
As drop by drop she finally broke
The surface there below
Broke through that murky river
Where her life began to flow
A stream of white upon a breast
Of dank and muddy water
Forgetting every moment
All the things that life had
Taught her
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Written: May 1st, 2017
I use to dream of a place that I could call home
Everyday I pored my heart into something that had no soul
Pain and anger relishes within, as I cry
My dreams have been broken
Though I attempt a look of happiness and love
I can only hide so much
And as I pray to the one above
A fear deep arises
A bag of broken dreams is what I received
Into and out the situation
What will it take for you to care?
And I can one day hope to find peace
Form:
My breath I have for you.
Every word I exhale comes out true.
It’s your mind to believe in me.
Words my heart is what comes inside of me.
When I look into those sexy eyes.
I would be crushed if I ever told a lie.
You are the one I want inside and out.
My hearts is all yours and you are the only one I care about.
I’m hoping you are feeling the same about me the way I feel.
I am in love with a person so true, I pored my heart out my love is true.