Short Pulling Out Poems
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Pulling out the heart of heart
Flowing out each drop of blood
And taking out of my only heart
Where are you going? Wild dove!
No one more in the earth I have.
I
like
wearing
glasses so I
can dramatically
remove them before
I say something profound.
For some reason, pulling out my
contacts doesn't have the same effect.
L---leaving lapse loess lurching
I---imprudence indiscretions
P---pulling out passage plunges
Slip?
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
11/07/18
Stuck within struggle
Lost within despair
Holding onto faith
For courage will get you there
Sunken in sorrow
Pulling out your hair
The light is dim
Now is the time for fear
Getting to the store quick on the double,
their faces look anxious and troubled,
minutes to spare,
pulling out their hair,
caffeine the hustle in their bustle.
12-22-16
She cried out, “Coitus interruptus!?
That don't work unless the pulling out precise and abrupt is!
But you always tend to be a millisecond too late!
And if we get child number eight,
that would totally bankrupt us!"
The train’s pulling out of the station now
Not everyone’s boarded the old cash cow
The POTUS got left behind
A sign of radical times ~
'Wheels of progress' just ground him into chow
Our love flows tidal wave
Carrying us both along
One is pulling out to sea
Another pushing ashore
Sailing under burning sun
Below the glowing moon
In spate, capsizing doubt
Navigating every coast
Floating above everything
Arriving mainland soon
How can you unsee an etched wound ?
The name will tell the moon.
An empty sky now calls for
the rains.
What was it-
the ceremonial farewell ?
A dependable pain now starts
pulling out the sharpnels from the body.
You may call it
meaningless. My poem now
moves between the stings. Somebody
was going for a merciless kill.
Satish Verma
I saw the danger
but not the signs
my heart beats quick
but not in time
and it's too late
to pull back now
it will work
someway, somehow
is it real love
or mirrors and illusion
it hangs heavy
with passion and confusion
it's not rocket science
or nuclear fusion
I'm feeling the draw
electromagnetic intrusion
I'm not pulling out
and not pulling back
it's all going to work
someway, somehow
Our young man no longer
are pulling out parts of their skin
to free themselves
from leather band binds.
Nowadays they are pulling
themselves to science
and colleges
to cultivate their minds.
World changes
and so do the ways of life.
Brothers look at other nations,
how far they got.
Spirit is mighty on our altars
of our creator God.
He gave us his son
and we give ours to imitate his love.
All I thought I had I have lost
Just like the puff of powder, they’re gone
At the top of my voice I cry out loud
From my eyes are two fountains forming ocean
City after city I have moved hoping
Yet I am still in my wonderland waiting
I am pulling out strength to make it
It all melted like the kindle in the wind
And if you're trying my faith in all this time
Just know Lord, I have not given up on you
I knew a witch who had a glitch
She was itching to make her potion
She twitched and twitched writing it down
Stirring and stirring creating a new blend
Pouring in the Starbucks coffee at the end
Pulling out her broom dripping with
A witches blend of Mocha and Coco
This potion was ready for Glen
That will be $5.95
Please drive through to
The End
I just realized Starbucks doesn't have a drive though, oh well my bad. LOL
An autopsy was being conducted
with brutality
to silence the rising dialogue,
pulling out the lethal crunch
of scripted history.
You want the kiss of a parting grain.
A secondhand face crops
up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed
of curtains ? They have covered
all the skeletons. The tangerines,
why do I remember them
like juicy lips in dark.
We are going to bungle together,
decked up to receive the body
of a honed player.
Satish Verma
It is an unfortunate reality,
Those most able to tie word and misery -
Are most often the least spoken.
They are capable of divining the self,
Pulling out streams of emotion.
- Emotion that is far heavier than simple tears.
The words pull at their friends' heartstrings,
Puppeteering their empathy,
Taking all the warmth that they had too.
That's the curse of an ailed writer,
only knowing ink and page -
because paper doesn't cry.
I was choking for oxygen
Couldn’t breathe
What happened to me
It is like things came back to the surface
Hurting
Crying pulling out hair
Don’t stare it only makes chains flare
Fire flaming higher falls
Horse running stalls
Stopped
Joined in the lane
Penetrating senses to blame
What game
Never heard of this before
Hold my hand
Secretly through the door
More lies anguish defeat
I was choking for oxygen
Now I have landed on my feet!
I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking,
digging the gold from the pit.
Footwears of dead men were
heaped into a pile when
god was praying.
Was it a perceived tragedy
of a man drawing doodles
to offset the sunset ?
You were alone, dousing
the fire and shaping the clay. The
hamlet was less inclined to intercede.
Your flesh slips from my hands
for a rebirth. I was flying a kite.
I was dead before you were born again.
Satish Verma
You came outside the same way I came inside
Now, we will cum together the same way
Baby batter on our tongues inside
We come out together shamelessly
Shameful turns everybody on inside
Movement is felt in our membrains
Tickles between our ears and inside
Our legs are stiff and shaking now
Wanting, wonting love inside
Begging for more pronto
Pointed toes release all the more
Harder Harder we came inside
Pulling out whats left inside inside
The train left the platform amid trails of smoke
That blew across faces
Waving away worn smiles.
The grey sky leaned into the horizon
Forming a broken arc,
Rain moved into chains of grief
From the departure.
A wind stole the voices
Leaving the sad opening,
Moving the sound away from this cold space
That no-one would see again.
An emptiness filled the station
As they left, scuttling like
Hermit crabs searching for new homes.
20.01.19
Dirty disgusted looks
Is all it took
For one to feel shook
Pulling out all the stops
To feel like your not
Blood is boiling hot
That hurts
Makes you feel like a piece of dirt
Im no expert
But i try and make it work
So insignificant and small
Thats all
Backs against the wall
Getting ready to fall
Thats my equation
So try and change the station
We all live in this infestation
That we call a nation
Or is this all a hallucination
It's a new year
can't think of what to write,
at times it keeps me
up all darn night.
I look around for ideas
but nothing comes to mind,
it can't be that hard
writing keeps me in line.
I miss being online
getting most ideas there,
writer's block drives me mad
feel like pulling out my hair.
It's a new year
but nothing comes to mind,
trying to think of things to write
will bother me, until it's time.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.5/2016
Tho join holly the sample is data
Diurnal, in cheek by jowl site
Intimacy is over deeds by, in bliss
Gloss your eyes of tender
Special in upon pulling out love
In sharp finding of a sett
Than winds not mussing yours hear
As mailing from the heart
Known than you’re sensed, a site
Where to chair of peace
Up bliss carry in your soul
Known than galloping for
Thy site own tho “by foresees ”
Endo vowed soul: in heaven
From the soil tho’ free swing!
How can I stop saying these words...
and keep on repeating from where I start.
How can I end singing a love song,
when no words slip from my mouth.
How can I open the door,
if there's no key to find.
How can I tell myself," Go run!"
If I'm pulling a chain ball on my legs.
How can I wreck his neck,
If his hands are pulling out my hair.
How many times I hit the wall,
To realize, he's not the only man on Earth!
How can I end this poem,
with a smile on my face.
Washing clothes
a long days job as the new wash machine mom had was too good to be used
a Maytag ringer in the basement was the clue
Hot water fills the larger washer as it went round and round
pulling out the clothes, piece by piece
gentle and carefully into the ringer
as it sqeezed the water out
into a new tub of hot water, up and down splashing about
then into the third tub
finally through the ringer again
almost dry
to the lines outside under a hot summer sky
blue and black
~
black and blue
eyes aligning
fighting thru
what one
will never see
darting out
in front of me
visions past
shadings last
~
romance
~
promise
green vines of promise
mid the primrose
and penchant of proper
pulling out
lines once cast
lain out
across the waters edge
balmy breeze bows her head
then begs
walking tall
against a sun drenched sea
setting sail
~
wandering
~
will she
come back to me