Short Punctuate Poems

shards of spent rainbows
punctuate nature's story -
flutterings of hope...

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-    Punctuate a a sign, which gives the reader time to breathe. . . . . I breathe. . ....

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Please help me to punctuate 
   what these words are meant to state ~
                Where your mask...

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Hailstones punctuate
the narrative of life with
an exclamation.

This just came to me in the night...

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ice coated fence posts

      punctuate the snowy trail…

          frosty whiffs of breath


_______________________________
 Winter Haiku...

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If,stops,colons comma make sense- 
                                                   sounds become your cadence

inspired by the words of the duchess in Alice in Wonderland...

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Natural endings are destiny.
Some curtain closing situations punctuate 
themselves. Wether totally unexpected 
or well planned 
the unexpected mince minutes into
seconds, and then...

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The world your editor,
each season your pen

Heartache your publisher,
verse to amend

Days left to punctuate,
nights misconstrued

Memory the binding
—time as the glue

 (Dreamsleep: April, 2020)...

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It was easy to see who had the most eyes
Attached to her chest so abundantly sized
In this contest
She had the best
She quite easily garnered the... booby prize

Note:  please click on soup's "auto punctuate" feature if you feel so moved;-)...

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Violently mimic the wind,
stay salty yet flow like water;
With an attitude stay thick skinned,
violently mimic the wind;
Keep poetry neat and well penned,
then punctuate it to slaughter;
Violently mimic the wind,
stay salty yet flow like water....

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A rough idea 
invades brain waves.
Words flow. A pen glides, 
line after line across the page.

Anticipation, hope rings. 
It grows, lives, sings.

Evaluate, punctuate
strike out, insert
distill, re-frame
copy, finis.

read aloud . . . scrap....

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I was BORN.
I was WELL-READ.
I was POLITICALLY FATED.

I was HISTORICALLY ENTERTAINED.
I was PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED.
I was BIOLOGICALLY STAINED.

I am my VARIOUS WRITINGS.
I am my SPOKEN WORDS.
I am my SILENT THOUGHTS.

I am ORGANIZED.
I am ARTICULATE.
I am PUNCTUATE.
I am GRAMMATICAL.

I am SELF LEARNING....

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Harry Styles from One Direction has corrected a fan's punctuation...

Harry Styles is really great
He knows how to punctuate 
And he learnt to spell at school
Harry, man, you're really cool  
Better read than Harry Potter 
A rarer breed, a comma spotter
Tell us, Harry, in your pop 
What’s the point of a full stop?

by Gail...

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Your saline tears
Punctuate sad cheer


You look so sad
A void dooms mad


Truth flings new pain
Words fail again


Sad floral tint
Footsteps crush mint


Hurts bring odd gain
It's only pain


Who sings the blues?
Yes, is that you?


Hurts help you grow
That much I know




Leon Enriquez
16 November 2017
Singapore...

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When restless suns have cast their final ray
Upon this space of ground that I've possessed
And hymns of sorrow punctuate the day
This soul of mine shall have its lasting rest.
Then tongue shall once again of briefness speak
Life's swift journey once again reviewed,
That cause which hastens anxious men to seek
Will lead another man to faith endued....

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Listen and heed the message grand:
Faith answers need with love dear friend.


Listen and know to find the way:
Peace ever shows true light each day.


Listen and feel how love frames truth;
Joy can now heal with living proof.


Listen and greet each moment here:
Bitter or sweet punctuate good cheer.




Leon Enriquez
07 August 2016
Singapore...

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read read 
& read aloud

listen for the natural
pause
       of just one breath
hear it punctuate

    your cause...
   

observe 
     
       & feel
then picture in the eye

sigh
and imagine


  write down

what

   you see &view

anew
         here
               there


& all around
                you

then


just
   follow
      your wen
&
pen...

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Rolling bodies, 
Grass stained jeans
And shouts, yips, and nips
Punctuate the air
As the child and puppy
Roll in the grass of the yard.
Squirt gun fights,
An unintentional bath,
Painted with frivolity
and water as the
Sound of laughter
And playful taunts,
Fill the air around 
The children who chase
And play oblivious
To the invisible moat
That repels the perils
Outside the yard....

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My head ignites
like the Hindenburg
with rage-drenched doubt
while fighting the urge
to despise the light
of harmony I purge.

Punch-drunk and wheezy
in my mirrorbox maze,
I hot-box with demons
each wearing my face
determined with egos
defiant against grace.

Such balanced pairings
provoke familiar dances
with jabs and aches to spare
until atoms stack on command
to punctuate orders
of self's brutal demand....

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In twilight of pain
I blink for a dot
to punctuate the intelligence. 

My incoherence brings the unseen.
I stay at a vowel
to see the truth.

Immenseness versus depth,
in shoals of turbulent life.
Where do I hide my vessel ?

A lure of the exotic death
does not bring the peach color
to reveal the light on earth.

An inverted blankness prints
the words of green bruises, 
where the falls meet. 


Satish Verma...

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It's too late, she's gone
She packed her love and left me
Alone with just her tears
To punctuate the hurt

Sacred vows were shattered
A trusting heart betrayed
 Remnants of my promises
Torn, discarded

Silence magnifies my pain
Deceit my one companion
Mocked by my indiscretion
Immersed in despair

It's too late, she's gone
She packed her love and left me
And my only treasures are
The fortunes of a fool


12/1/2011...

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Even though I am now over 7,000
poems I still am having a problem.

Hostile About My Poetry Style

Other poets seem to have become hostile,
About each way my poems I will compile;
Way I punctuate,
A terrible fate,
And many others complain about my style.

Spring outside and things started greening,
And St. Patrick's day is what I am meaning;
Blood thin,
Did not win;
Over towards lucky Irish like to be leaning.

Jim Horn...

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On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.

Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.

Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror....

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