Short Prettily Poems
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Your smoke and Mirrors
could never fool me
you thought me blinded
by prettily spoken promises
Translucent Lies ~ seen through!
lively little lovely lithe lambs
merrily milling around Marty’s Milwaukee
nibbling nutty Nabisco nuggets
outstandingly joyful and childlike
prancing prettily like playful petite ponies
I envied a butterfly
Sitting prettily upon a leaf
Her beauty was truly beyond
Belief.
She flutter her wings
To tease the flowers and me
Because we had roots
And she was free.
Cynthia
like a puffy cloud
my future floats prettily
in the azure sky
I need only picture it
drifting to my open palm
Written May 9, 2016 for the Future Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
clover prances prettily
moss curls up next to fern
dandelion's leaves gloating
ethereal verdant forest
showing off spring's color
entire world glowing
in Wizard of Oz delight
Rejuvenating and revitalizing
Every aspect of the meadow
pink
nose peeks
prettily
through her worn, white
sheet.
bold
Crocus,
breathing wind,
and the promise
of
new
green grass –
painting her
thawing landscape
pink.
*Inspired by Mr. Brian Strand's new Lanterne, as is moment, Contest. :)
Can I capture you?
Will you let me hold you?
I’ve watched you play through my window all day-
And you dance so prettily-
You move so silently,
And your presence here gives the darkest hour hope,
But can I capture you?
No-You’re too precious for one girl to hold…
Form:
Lemony sun rose
when creamy clouds were wafting
Noon was mellowed gold
Yellow rose danced feverish
when odd birds sang gibberish
Sunshine rose preened proud
for it was her time to shine
perfumed prettily
Marmalade honey summer
in colors that become her
From somewhere near a woman laughs
a child cries
a dog more distant barks
and light comes to me off water from that other brighter shore
so prettily reflected
I search within that darkness of my own
for light I might have lost
amongst fond memories
warming thoughts
and pretty reflections.
There will always be yesterdays.
Sue peers in the mirror with fright
Her parting’s a terrible sight
On top of her head
A badger - it’s dead
Sue must use some hair dye tonight!
She’d applied hair dye carefully
Grey hairs Sue can no longer see
All the grey is now brown
She no longer feels down
And styles her hair prettily
04/28/20
Turkey had a college degree
in dressing tables very prettily
He had a large diploma on the wall
of the barn, displayed there in early fall
We want you to dress our table, said a wife
He was thrilled, dreaming of this kind of life
his relatives tried to tell him it might not be great
but by the time they got through to him, he had been “ate”.
Poets pen Personifications, Pantoums, plus Prose
Providing prepositions, present participles prettily pose
Patiently presenting parodies
Portraying powerful persuasive possibilities
Painting pictures poetically
Persistently pursuing perfect phrases
Perfectly pleased postin poems
12-10-2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
My poor poems, neither rhyme nor scan, a scandal be damn,
as grand grammarians grumble and crotchety critics cry tumbrels,
while trendy topic pickers poke fun at one so dumb, as so nice and precise
mistresses (or masters) of the art pull me prettily apart; I just go my way -
smile, sigh, ponder and pray that the Muses dear will inspire me without fear.
Tastily, prettily, she licked her lips.
He stared, not able to look away.
Mesmerized, held firmly in place.
Captive.
Under her spell.
Feelings he could not express
Rose out of him, unbidden.
Her eyes rose, and she smiled
When she caught him staring,
Beneath her lashes, well-hidden.
Those lips that smiled.
Oh, my.
Oh, MY!
He has never ever forgotten.
This moment in time, and he never will.
R.K.
An uphill battle is all we were or could ever be
We collectively from the outside-in make perfect sense
But two cents and two more
Somehow cannot amount to four
In all your complexity
Bothered with my simplicity
Distant marks so prettily spark electricity
But only momentarily because inevitably
It becomes evidently clear
How terrible we would end
If we ever again set in motion
This train wreck.
I will perfectly, peculiarly praise Him;
I will pleasing, powerfully praise Him;
I will passionately, and prettily, praise Him;
proudly, pop, rock and jump praise Him;
just purple, and pale praise Him;
I will pleasantly praise Him;;
While whole-heartedly praise Him
Alleluia in my heart.. and I will just praise Him!!!
9/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Darling, please tell me you remember
the night we first spent beneath fall’s moon.
Although daylight lingered, there soon
shone the star of our first September!
It twinkled in the sky prettily
as if it smiled down on us that night.
Old and gray now are we. That’s all right,
for you're still the only star for me.
Nov. 9, 2022
N/A in Contest of the Same Title
For Brian Strand's
Second Chance For Your N-A Poetry Contest
Marvelous, matchless, magical, moonlit midnight,
With a superabundance of sparkly, summery stars,
Peacefully placid, pure and prettily plummy,
Radiantly rich, rhapsody resplendent rapture!
Fragrant flowers frolic freely in your fervence,
Eye-catching and exquisite in their exuberance,
Bouncing blissfully in breezy, blooming ballet.
Inexhaustible and intoxicating and intriguing,
Dazzling and delightful, and doubtlessly dreamy.
She appeared in the middle of a snowflake
Most could not see her, but the fey always can
She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust
It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins
Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet?
They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter
When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint
It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could
The faeries were finished until the next snowfall
The earth, old gypsy she is
Her beauty fascinates me
Since thousands years before I’m here
Her beautiful shape moulds me prettily
She is beauty
She is flowers,
She is beauty
She is river and its wave,
She is beauty
She is life and breath,
She is beauty
She is walking path,
She is beauty
She is poetry,
For her Creator creates this universe beautifully
Cause- she is central point of creation and cares all motherly
-December 13, 2018 Chattogram
brilliantly colored
scuba diving apparel ~
array on parade
prettily perching
fun, feathered festivity ~
eyes on the prizes
watching and waiting
intelligent inquiry ~
flickering movement
mobile suit gundam
beak poised in full readiness ~
instinctive appetition
diving without halt
flying somersault
NB: Other - Haiku Sonnet form created by David Marshall; 4 haikus plus a couplet of either 5.5 or 7.7 syllables, total of 14 lines.
She was a quintessential dancer on fire
The audience was leaping with her
Cobalt blues swirled in my head with each leap
She was an honest dancer with spirit
Bronze skin shimmering
Taunt muscles at the ready, I was a dancer!
She was a story-telling actress
Goldenrod glistened on her brow
Peach dancing shoes pirouetted prettily
I tasted lemon and raspberry as she twirled
Trying to follow her around the stage
Feeling colorful, beautiful and young again myself.
She gazed toward the window
across father's long oak desk
her dimples prettily smirked
vision of beauty impressed
though a tainted ego lurked.
A pale lithe form grew angry
the youthful heiress, a rose
froth of fine gold flowed sweetly
held back with blue silken bows
Dark form engulfed her neatly
Her clear blue eyes shone evil
cold breath frosted panes of glass
Her pierced heart bleeds black with dread
Evil stole the lovely lass
Sweet tortured soul, now is dead.
He was reading my ideals wave length,
Peering into the depths of my philosophy,
Spying on my dendrite highway.
I wondered if there was room for him too
Trixie my muse threw him against a wall
Instead of shattering like the others,
He rolled into a ball and laughed prettily
His eyes were green and hazel, matching mine
Let’s keep him I suggested.
That was fifty three years ago
Today he snores while Trixie and I write
She is poking at him now, wanting to play
Skulls were sliding down the rapids having so much fun.
Their screams were well seen but eerily silent of course.
They frolic so prettily! Their bodies said, lying in the beach sun.
Suddenly an elongated skull joined them, the skull of a horse.
The equestrian’s mouth opened, showing loads of long teeth.
It’s amazing said the turtles, who were hiding below in the reef.
Skull fever is alive and well in the Seven seas today!
The sea creatures nodded, liking them in every way.