Short Propped Up Poems
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timely and still late
long line stalled in parking lot
cooler in car trunk, can’t reach
finally pouring
past lips and seeping through pores
propped up, shoulder to shoulder
Feet propped up,
creaky chair,
worn blue jeans,
sweat dripping off my nose,
flick of a lighter,
long drag,
let it out,
lipstick stained cigarettes,
and a good ole summer day.
Propped up against the wall
two shoes, neatly placed there
laces intact, leather shiny as new
multiple holes in both their soles
disparity in presentation,
so what is their truth?
propped up in her bed
cuddling the new pink bunny
her wan face lights up
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Contest: Easter Haiku/Senryu
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Placed 1st
© 14th April 2017
While sitting on my porch with a cool drink,
my feet are propped up with some time to think,
so while my brain is turning
my stomach starts a'churning...
neighbor's lust is heard at their kitchen sink!
Feet propped up, reclining on the sofa inside the den,
watching a hot movie showing a wild and sexy scene,
in his excitement he swallowed his can of Diet Coke
and with his mouth full of pretzel he almost choked.
I watched a ballplayer
wave 'Hi' to the
cardboard cut-out fans
propped up in the stands
At first I thought
It's time to find
a new optometrist
Then I remembered
This year
Everyone has
20/20 vision
Propped up on willpower strong
Wants and needs in war prolong
Tested far beyond my means
Clinging tight to hopes and dreams
Each day teeters on near collapse
Strength in danger enabling relapse
Endless trials pain and sting
What new battle will tomorrow bring?
All I had to do was love her with all my heart and it would be OK.
I clung to her to save her life, as she wriggled.
Love, a propped up cardboard cutout,
Trust, her whipping boy
Hope, a bloodied and bruised up mess, with its eyes swollen shut.
A flame once burned, my ray of hope; and she placed it beneath her spoon.
Fragment
In, that petal drooping dream,
I take the reluctant morning for a walk
Its head propped up on a speeding reel
Of flickering moments
Tasting of stale salted sweat it
Drips into and darkens
A sunless compressed thin day
The growling,dog eared pages display
A fang torn night,
it swallows stray secrets, and
Colours another day.
Early o clock !
"Go to the pine if you want to learn about pine"
Matsuo Basho
How long is falling the autumn
leaf
torn of the too long
summer.
And in the high pines
with their bodies defending
the sky against
the earth
the steel edge of the winter
is breaking in two.
Both you
and me
toss both
the time and
the wind
in pines propped up
back to
back.
And the pines recognized us.
A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding
from innocent rage.
You were accepting defeat
without a fight.
The lips tell the grief of human failure,
your prudence propped up
by Prozac.
A beautiful collection of anxieties
adorned on the shelf of life.
A cruise in veins
to dispel the high cholesterol
dewy-eyed mirror
and ambulating pain.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Drunk and insane
feeling my pain
sharp sweet
I sleep and try
to keep my thoughts
in nice neat places
proper and complete
propped up in little black boxes
know them like the drugs
they are; toxic
I feel all my life’s pain
sharp sweet erotic
I bleed to myself
I hate my sight
I feel tight
I need a drink
drunk and insane;
something neurotic
never feeling the delicate rain
two milky way wrappers
how long have they been sitting here?
the paint has worn off the c and the v on this keyboard
wedged between keyboard and monitor is a small roll of toilet paper
I am such a pig
there is the washing machine oxygen powder
I wondered what happened to it
three notebooks and a sketch pad are propped up next to my typing fingers
three pairs of readers lollygag around here
I am such a pig
It's the top of the first inning
Fans 'still filing into the park'
Tho' the game's now beginning
It's quiet, you can hear in the dark
For the fans are made out of cardboard
They're propped up in the front rows
No cheers, no boos; they can't keep score
No "Beer here" either; they've got no dough
On nearby streets, no one's in the taverns
The empty stadium's a giant cavern
The ballpark's a cemetery, morbid, funereal
Made for 2020, strange and surreal
Their fragrance always fills the air
Around this time of year
But in this time of Covid,
I thought they would not appear.
Yet on my morning walk I was
Quite taken by surprise
To see a row of Christmas trees
Propped up before my eyes.
“Fresh Trees!” the sign announced
To all the people walking past.
I always wonder just how long
That “fresh” is meant to last.
I’m not a Christmas person
So I’d never buy a tree.
Still, the normalcy of seeing them
Felt wonderful to me.
Godly legacy
trusting Christ always
that’s you, Daddy dear
who instilled in me reverential fear…
Your divine hope
heavenly clear
propped up my faith
to seek the Lord…
Joyously
I greet you
with great thanks…
Happy
Father’s
Day!
*Proverbs 14:26 In the fear of the LORD is strong confidence: and his children shall have a place of refuge.
June 17, 2019
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jun 22)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/22/2021.