Short Presses Poems
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the green twig
from the failing honeysuckle
presses this window
leads me to love the green force
even in chilly december
Categories:
presses, allegory, december, green,
Form:
Tanka
PRACTICAL LOVE
He caresses her tress
She presses her dress
He guesses her stress
She addresses his lustiness
Categories:
presses,
Form:
Light Verse
In the shower stall
he presses up against me. . .
hot steam is rising
Nov. 7, 2019 for Richard Lamoureux's Sexyku Contest
Categories:
presses, sexy,
Form:
Haiku
Fear presses, cold steel
Constricting thought, killing love.
Freedom paralysed.
A swallow with tethered wings
Longing for the Sky
Categories:
presses, cry, depression, lonely, sad, self, work,
Form:
Tanka
you can burn in Hell
or wait, hot off the presses,
Heaven has icy pops!
Contest: How hot was it!!!
John Lawless, contest
Categories:
presses, destiny, heaven, humor,
Form:
Haiku
10 reps of Haiku curls
10 reps of Irish Ballad presses
3X5 paragraphs of trenchant prose
5X Lyrical lunges
Last 5 minutes: Free range editing gut check
Categories:
presses, adventure, art, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Painfully
Unitiality
Sensationally
Huddle's--a powerful push presses painfully~
1/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
presses, analogy, conflict, pain, perspective,
Form:
Alliteration
their sweet messages
strum of bow as dawn ascends
drum presses to hone
wing’d reflection in the pane
decoding birdsong array
3/3/2021
Categories:
presses, bird,
Form:
Tanka
A poem presses page
To pot I rant and rave
To Amsterdam sizzle
Smoke hash in the drizzle
It’s no small task
Just bitter-less tact
In driving my bees
To insanity please
Categories:
presses, absence, america, anger,
Form:
Free verse
In soft, pinkish robe—
on the shoreline rocks,
this fair bloom greets
the early morning ship
of dream, and presses
my fingers on a dirty
patched road of life.
Categories:
presses, inspirational, life, nature, seasons, time, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
between pages
of biology book
prankster presses worm
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on March 9, 2019 for contest THE BOOK WORM sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
presses, books, humor, word play, youth,
Form:
Senryu
I once Confront this familiar look into ones vacant soul. I now see what seems darkened by echoing anguish. Here and now a betrayal presses denial into a love lost stare of disappointment
Categories:
presses, imagination, lost lovebetrayal,
Form:
Free verse
He presses down the keys on the machine
putting four images on the page
Manipulating them in a cubist manner
with his magic filter
He puts a halo around each
Like Christ
Man Ray goes digital
Categories:
presses, art, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
Swab
inside
my nose
presses, swirls. Twinges,
twitches, runs like it’s bleeding.
I wait in lobby, till rest home screener
smiles. “Negative! Good to go!”
Grandmother, I only
do this
for
you!
Categories:
presses, grandparents,
Form:
Fibonacci
shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides
catkins murmur
easter eggs-
spring tides
bluebells chime
wasps picnic-
summer stays
flower presses
fruit preserves-
autumn frays
Haiku sequence form
Categories:
presses, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Glasses for astigmatism
Helps one see even a prism
Without them black runs into white
But these glasses are not that nice
Presses on ears, rides on nose
Can't get colors to match clothes
To see or not to see
Now that is the question
Categories:
presses, education, health, life
Form:
Couplet
haiku seasons
frozen in epigrams
tripping from a pen
shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides
catkins murmur
easter eggs-
spring tides
bluebells chime
wasps picnic-
summer stays
flower presses
fruit preserves-
autumn frays
Categories:
presses, word play,
Form:
Haiku
Sitting on my front steps
delighting in the scene
Discerning in the ordinary
long-forgotten dreams
A toddler hides in mommy's skirts
A dolly-girl presses dandelions to her nose
A brave lad stays up on a unicycle
Can I, my imagination regrow?
Categories:
presses, children, dream, imagination, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Knowing that time does not move,
that I move through it -
I take my time.
There is nowhere to go today,
nothing presses,
the journey to take is inwards,
and even this can wait
while I watch the falling rain
slowly wash my moments away.
Categories:
presses, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Eighty revolutions
Around the sun I will soon experience
Residing on this old planet while
Time presses steadily toward
Heaven—for eternity.
5/13/2021
written for "Planet Poetry" Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
Categories:
presses, earth, planet,
Form:
Acrostic
I float in a pool of darkness
Cold presses in and on me
I am alone
Floating aimlessly
I reach for sparks of hope
But rather than warm,
They only burn.
I ache with sorrow
I hunger to leave
To escape
To leave this prison
I crave to be free
To be heard
To be loved.
Categories:
presses, blue,
Form:
ABC
If you sit a monkey in front of a computer
There is a chance, no matter how far flung
That if it presses buttons at random
It will type a magnum opus
Well, I took a dictionary today
And guess what
The words were always there
I just picked and rearranged them
Categories:
presses, fun, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous, silly, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Silent empty train,
Lush warm body presses mine
Slow down or derail
Eyelashes flutter
Blue eyes flash intense passion
Too late now, no brakes
Inspired by: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet_read.aspx?
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Categories:
presses, adventure, fantasy, love, passion
Form:
Haiku
A poem forms in my heart
A notion born, a place to start
It murmurs now inside my brain
Sound waves spread into my veins
It presses hard against my lips
Radiates down to my fingertips
Gushing forth from trusty pen
Words flowing on adrenaline...
Categories:
presses, growth, poems,
Form:
Couplet
There is no critical mass for ambiguity.
At this time, we are a little aside of ourselves
so we must constantly check our watches,
The sublimity of yet more obscurity,
more inexplicable poetry
presses,
drives us
to paste a nearby reality
upon ghost-paper once more.
Categories:
presses, poetry,
Form:
Free verse