Short Pours Poems
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Ocean waters now white capping
Cool breeze 'pon the shore
Every plant drips rain water
Then like Morton salt pours
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Cold rain pours today
The heat is put on early
Drenching wet outside
Longing to stay warm tonight
Dreaming of things to be bright
Heidi Sands
9/3/17
Tightly balled fist
Circles with pangs of expectation
Through a knot, a keyhole is displayed
Sense and memory fade
As love realizes its hope
Knowing where senses grope
Elements cannot be held
They move in mist
Forever saturated in spell
orange glint of night
dipping on my warm bosoms...
through pours of sunset
like sparkling champagne...
the beaded whiff of mystique
dances on my flesh
End October Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand /center>
spring rains can be dis-stilling
...de/spite...
their lacking any strong winds
...winding...
breezes caught in corners will
...fully...
become what a small dust tornado
...does...
when smokers might be engulfing
...puffs...
stan
The rain pours like blessings from heaven
The lillies and ferns dance and sway swiftly
The dry soil turns swampy and soft
It glides away all that rests upon it
The feeling is so vibrant and cozy
The hopeful heart flies with wings, far off
Wandering like butterflies...
Grace in-pours, if in God we trust
The welcome mat is laid
Erst ego cravings bite the dust
Ascension ready made
As bliss pulsations race
We see God face to face
In endearing embrace
Open doors
Grace in-pours
27-August-2021
Quietus
As the sea would spill over the bow of some great ship
Plummeting and climbing an emerald wave
Above, a nebulous ceiling of greys,
Only sunlight
With perfect straight rays
Where the sea birds fly
And the warmth refuses the bay
My heart pours out
With joy
To know God has made this day
And this moment
And these thoughts
And this beauty
For you and me
… it pours.
The orange horizon embraced the sun tenderly
The wind groaned in disgust
Dashing into the swaying forest to put-up for the night
Puffing clouds chased each other up the sky
Screaming and flashing cruel rapiers
Piercing the sky heartlessly in their rant
All of a sudden
The sky wept
Tears of anger,
Vented for ages
And nothing was the same again that has been
created.
Parched lands, thirsty plants
El Niño phenomenon
Thank God, He pours rain*.
*Deuteronomy 28:12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand...
April 4, 2019
7th place, "Best Haiku Ever Old or New" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/17/2020.
Take it from me, the rain is bored.
Seconds later, the rain would pour.
A rainstorm.
Approaching, lightning and thunder.
We Followed with awe and wonder.
Streets rainwashed.
Cars tried to run and would stall out.
People stranded and others scout.
Deep raindrops.
Rescue operations took place.
Helicopters came in with grace.
Strong rainbands.
The clouds for good.
Colors above were understood.
A rainbow.
Disrespect pours out of this child on a regular basis.
His classmates would like to see him float onto an oasis.
Where he could enjoy his company and bully himself.
Or high and far away, up on a three-tiered library shelf
That he could not yell mean things to them any more
This child is loud, nasty, racist and a ridiculous bore.
His classmates despise him, they do not know that his mother
Has never made him respect anyone, just like his brother.