Short Prickles Poems

my skin prickles
no umbrella covers
what rains inside...

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staring at the clouds
on a summer afternoon 
~grass prickles my back...

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Sprinkled
like snow fall,
hawthorn blossoms-
spring disguises nature's
prickles...

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If anyone supposes
That life should be a bed of roses
How boring this would be
With no diversity
Roses have prickles the blossom exposes...

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buds slowly open
often armed with sharp prickles-
songs among branches 

3/1/2019


Poetry Contest: Spring Haiku 
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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Water wears so many crowns as it rules this kingdom
A warm embrace; frosty chill as it prickles the air
Rejuvenating systems of species as it carves a path
Transporting essentials as it flows about the Earth...

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Picnic delight,
Flies bite.

Sunny spot,
Too hot.

Ants munch.
Your lunch,

Forgot chairs,
Who cares.

Sit on ground, 
Prickles found.

Clouds form, 
Not warm.

Rain you get, 
Very wet.

Call Rover, 
Picnic over....

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Every rose has thorns;
Every beautiful feel accompanies prickles;
Everything that occurs here has its own concealed reasons;
Every time believe that dusk will be followed by another bright day;
Forever keep enjoying beauty of rose while accepting the sting of thorns...

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A
single
rose adored
from a bouquet
of many that chime 
One, exciting  pleasure  
Yawn early dawn arousing  
Erect scents and beauty  lingers 
Chest engraved by your biting prickles    
Surrendering to just one single rose


10/15/2016...

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My kid is cool
A real surfer with blonde hair to match
The waves come without warning
Riding is a thrill for us all
Calm to the peak with explosive prickles
Rain or shine we ride
Out or in
I wonder if we really have a choice
Love is unconditional
Patience wears thin...

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Life on Earth was marvellous
It lifted me high in the sky
Explorations around I made 
Happiness was at apex

Mandated to fall off, I got shaky
The world altered thoroughly
Thorns have developed in all lands
Will the prickles blunt one day?

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile...

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Sinister music
My hair stands on end
Arms have goosebumps
Neck prickles

Scary movie?
Tonight?
No, I am sorry.
I am washing my face.
Brushing my teeth even.

Friday night?
What is it about?
Vampires who chase people
and devour them?
I am picking an ant out of my teeth Friday night....

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Love is a rosebush
  from its brambles and thorns
to its bright flowers' petals
  Though hearts may be torn
as its prickles cut and sting
   Once the rose scent's inhaled
      ~ True love is reborn



           October 31, 2019
   Metaphor of Love Poetry Contest
          Sponsor: Bobby May...

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I serve the Truth
That prickles often  minds
Ruthless return.'

Lord all components
Many parts; none removed no.'
Every atom owned sic..

Who can turn off?
Sun black, the midday faces'
Tell Him no.'  whit'less

No redress, this is.'
The story, tells it more real.'
Its life, death; victory.'
...

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Desperate, aching, sick and back-breaking, 
The effort of loving you drives me insane.
Horrible, fight it, damned unrequited,
But you are my muse amidst the mundane.

Careful, controlled, desire untold, 
Prickles the seams of this frozen facade.
Catching, cascading, indifference failing,
My armour will fall and I'll break twice as hard....

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Merge with me in a summer waltz,
our arms entwined, our fingers laced.
Your scented skin strokes my face,
tickles, prickles, excites, ignites;
barefoot we skim the clovered green.

The park surrenders, hides shy eyes;
when tender lips brush whispered kiss
where the sun softly beams blush bliss.

Faye Gibson
Copyright, August 29, 2015...

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I’m a hedgehog called Nick
With prickles that will prick
Keep away, keep your distance
Warning not to show persistence
But wait, I’m very lonely
And would welcome someone homely
Cuddling on a winters night
Squeezing her so very tight
Nightly dreams increase my plight
Love required will not bite

Written 6th April 2019
Contest: 10 Lines 5 Words Rhythm 111 
Sponsor: Lu Loo...

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Prickles and prackles
Arizona cacti living her truth
Soaking up the sun
Twirling it in her mind
Saturating her body

Prickly not tickly
Mexican flowers enjoying the desert
Sitting in the sun
Taking her time
Sunbathing nude

Children running toward her
With open arms
And tiny soft fingers
The first time
Wanting to touch her yellow buds
And cheerful prickles
Until they do...

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I smell the muggles coming,
Came to me in dreams
I dreamt in fields of bamboo and willow.
Willows weep upon the pillows
Of rabbit holes well nested
Nests of fur and grasses sweet,
Sweeter are the days
Daylit golden sunrise prickles,
Spiney light like hedgehogs
Glistening with dew drops
Dropping by to wake my
Eyes open, like gray pearls
Arising from foggy banks,
Reminding me to snuggle....

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Your love, like cactus fruit
its tiny teeth sharp and taunting,
needling the flesh of my soul

you hide behind bold hues
and a spiny point of view,
failing your tenderness

but there's nothing sweeter in nature,
I've tasted its core,
my tongue dribbling succulent sips
of slipped slurs and
sappy sentiments

so I will gather myself beneath moonlight
and pluck petty prickles,
like a woman stupid in love...

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In my next life, I will be a honey bee.
A small, fuzzy, brown, with prickles on my knee.
I will feel utterly, wholly super-differ-ous, 
Because I will now be completely mellifluous.
I will be selective in choosing flowers,
No hasty decisions, it’ll take me hours.
Will scare people with my annoying buzzing.
Sneaking up beside their ear, whisper cussing.
Yes, roses and lilacs are my favorite now.
But my brain is small, in my life as a cow....

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Hoopinchakey

Down in the 'burbs forest surrounds
Night gets darker than a cemetery
Walkin' about will bring on the hoopinchakey....
His hair stands straighter than a power pole
His wings are airy and sticky as a web
His hands are like cold rubber with sharp little points
Many have seen 'im but few will agree....
If they really seen just how many
Fingers he has
'Cause your feet get the power
Ya skin gets the prickles
Then ya know the
Hoopinchakey...

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I need some time alone
To fix this sodden mess
To reverse all of these tragedies
Find a good way to confess
To lead me to my freedom
To retire from head villainess
To not come home defeated
Stop wanting to possess

And now I think,
Oh what's the point?
To try and come back strong
After all of these mistakes
The shame will stay too long
Guilt prickles at my ankles,
Envy worms it's way back inside
My tears come spilling out
And now I just want to hide...

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