Short Pour Poems
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le ciel est proche
quand je sens
ta main
dans la mienne
et
j`ai envie
de voler
avec toi
la seule
au dessus de la mer
comme
un Dieu
vole l`amour
Alcohol, just isn't for me.
Carbonation and I, don't agree.
So what do you think,
is my favorite drink?
The answer my friend, is Iced Tea!
eating a banana in a down pour
noah noah
get out here and start
clouds are gathering over the hill
in a minute
just making plans
pass those bananas
Word blindness shore maid my life hell
When righting two my buddy Mel
Ironic indeed
Butt wee both agreed
Dyslexia’s sew hard too spell!
The dog days of summer, certainly here
Every half-hour, another shot of beer
Too lazy to move
I’m stuck in a groove
Glad my new car doesn’t need me to steer
Set me up with another, Barkeep
The night is young, but ending soon
The drink you pour serves me well
The band plays on in tune
I’ll leave my cash here
For you to take
As you pour
More for
Me.
i was not given a cup to preserve;
i was tasked with draining a well.
if it runs dry,
let it be.
it has reached the thirsty.
by His grace, may it replenish.
tomorrow is not promised;
therefore, we pour.
It is okay to sob sometime, when i find the sky above my head is not clementine. It is pouring love by shedding little and crying. My heart is beating little more and feeling divine. Missing him like i am no more mine.
Speak our language of love.
Lip sync--forever young,
Free fun, keep love alive,
Pour blessings on your delights,
Never give up your dreams,
Inner peace, now and always.
All good, enough said,
Smiles and happy cheers!
I delight when you pour yourself on me...
your love,
your problems,
your body,
your gifts,
your frustrations,
your life.
Now, thoughts of you are vapors that I absorb and drift into.
Reality grabs my chin and turns me around.
Salty tears escape.
Form:
Pour me one more cup of coffee,
Let me sit here still a while,
Hovering, suffering
above this muddy vial,
spirit voices fly away,
dirty dishes fill up buckets in piles,
Pour me one more cup of coffee
and I'll think about a ticket to get out of here for a while.
An ethereal umbilical cord
- connected - you and I
sight unseen
across vast oceans.
Spiraling ribbons enchanted my soul
tickling a smile from my lips.
Your gaze captured my heart,
delivering light from the twinkle
I beheld.
Tears escape as I know communion will never be…
Tethered forever to you.
The sky swallows days..
Exploding colors pour out..
A cool breeze sings low..
"Haiku me some nature,please"
a constest sponsored by Constance
wriiten by Michael J Falotico
I am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am not forgotten
by girls in green silk sarongs
for they still pour me tea.
The dead are drunk on themselves,
as I am.
I throw up a rope,
they haul me up
enough to see
the moon
caught in a teacup,
then I let them,
let them breathe life
into my mouth.
These
senses,
these senses
are
rich ,
rich keys
to a wilted
wilted corner
of my world......
Opium velvet,
heady......
flooding,
..flooding jewels,
crushed flowers around my mind,
Musky bottles pour,
captured yellows...
Deep scented,
forgotten warmth........
of
Childhood......
CHILDHOOD
Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
Attaches onto the trees and ground
Quicken waters falling down
From space it caresses mixes with air
Sunshine eyes glimpse glistens bare
~
Flashing droplets down pour dips
Dew point pressure magnificent
Clutching the brief clouds first burst
Inclement moisten shroud rainfall first
3/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Je retiens espoir
Chassons qui garde notre bien-être
La foi prise en tête
Pour mettre fin à l'interdit des rassembles
Travaillons ensembles
Prenons Dieu par la main
Saison le chagrin
L'amitié vous le croyait
Assez qu'ont le pardonnerais
Ma jeunesse m'ennuie pas
Toujours quelques pas derrière moi
Merci à Dieu
Si chaleureux
En grand esprit
Je vous en supplie
Let me come as the shining of sun
let me come as the light of moon
let me be the day and night
let me stay in Your grace
let me walk following Your footsteps
wherever I go, I move my face, I contemplate
nothing I find, even a little bit peace
but You, O Lord, from the amorphous spirit
pour on me a strength of life to survive loyally
-27/11/19 CTG, BD
songs of all songs your voice
inside this mellowed heart of mine
resonates
with me
you are the added note
to a melody already playing
in my soul
an ode to our love
like waves of the ocean
you pour over me
like a river
I am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am forgotten
by girls in green silk sarongs
yet they still pour me out like tea.
The dead are drunk on themselves,
as I am.
I throw up
a timeworn rope of thought
they haul me up
just enough for me to see
the moon
caught in a teacup,
then I allow them,
let them breathe life
into my mouth
and I again remember.
The swaying of bamboo outside,
The ever-flushing ocean of air,
Spoken through the tongues of leaves...
And this is merely outside my bedroom window.
Oh no, folks, I needn't go anywhere on my day off.
Nature pours the Lord right through these grimed screens.
I suggest we do the same:
Find the heart
Pour it out
Breathe the easy-rolling spirit.
Sharing all of our parts.
I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough
Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul
Cry me thrice, laugh me once
Leap more, tiptoe less
Break this earthen vessel if you wish
Just don’t leave a love song behind
For it will just maim a hollow tune
Like a broken violin in incandescent moon
Or a lone shell perpetually humming
The melody of his unmet clam or hermit.
WREST YE
OH WISE MEN OF
TOMMORROW
THAT THE
NIGHT OF YOUR
GLORY
BEGANS TODAY
WREST YE
OH CHAMPION OF THE FUTURE
THAT YOU HAVE
SLEPT THIS NIGHT AWAY