Short Rag Poems
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Soft warmth you bestow
Watching the game or a show
Tattered chenille throw
By Robb A. Kopp
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mentally battered limp and torn,
stuffing ripped out - self esteem gone,
verbally punched my spirit is low,
I.ll stitch myself together and find a new home.
A rag doll was left
Alone in the showcase of
A reknown toy store
Until a day a girl chose
It as its favorite toy
Nayda Ivette
1-4-2016
At first all red
We hit the brakes
Then amber lights
A few mistakes
Green for go
But take it slow
Bite Size no.70 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
CRAZY PEOPLE RAG
Normal people make me nuts
Crazy people have more guts
Happy people run away
Scaredy people like to stay
When you want a friendly ear
Choose someone with lots of fears
tulips
poke their heads up
breathing fresh spring air
warmer days
birds
sing in unison
welcoming all who hear
spring tune
bright
sun shines on windows
showing winter streaks
rag time
We know about our ancestors
Playing monkey tricks are easy
Some may get fun out of those
But, we have evolved afar
Then, why should we go back to jungle?
Hey, Rising Sun! Enlight, the doomed souls
18.05.2017
The Wall Street Journal's a mighty fine rag
Yet its columns can make your spirits sag
Recently, as I was set to retire
Its advice I read and nearly expired
About whether or not to marry
Based on tax advantages ~ How scary!
Words Gone Rag
what a pity
how absurd
college grads have lost their words
latent grammar
dead vocab
grab at every
prep they have
don't know what the trouble is...
at computers they can whiz
don't know what will happen next----
whatever it is
will be found
in text
She was treated like a rag doll
Fought over as if she was inanimate
They argued about who was going to have her
She rolled her eyes
They were both clowns.
She wandered out of their circus
Took off her mask and began taming her own lions
One beast at a time
Never again thinking about the clowns
I am afaid of the rag ma
He is mean and ugly with coal dust eyes
His mare is riddled with fleas and flies
I will not show him my fear
I am to strong for him
while others run I stand and stare
rag man, rag man go away
never to return
your not welcome, youre not wanted
You are the substance of nightmares
"All my good is good
Filthy as rags from a sewer
But justice my Father gleans
From my sins He’s has sent His Son
He whom shed His blood
Shown us His love
His grave has forgiven us
My goodness, all of my goodness
In not enough
It took Our Jesus to die for me on the cross"
9/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A rag doll...one of dreams
is loved and cherished...
Yet, what is not seen
is a small tear in the seams
Passing days
and times of play
drop small grains
of pain and reveal delay
In loving hands
days have passed
more grains drop
becoming part of the past
This rag doll....once full of dreams
now empty from a small tear
in the seams, sits lifeless
on the shelf eternally smiling
Remembrances tightly sealed in an old
Victorian trunk, cast off-- how we escaped
from a voodoo doll needled, chained – its button eyes
plucked from a sorceress' wicked incantations,
leaving traces of Grandma’s unknown lunacy—
though we moved away, that ragged hem , torn limbs
of a puppet, still stabs me when full of moon drowns me.
Oct 25, 2017
6 TO 8 Contest hosted by Nette Onclaud
Theme--Rag Doll
I kept a little thing
In my bag
I have no skeleton
In my cupboard
An old rag
That keeps me bored
No matter how flourish
They say is your riches
Your little rag memories' inches
It makes the old snobbish
A sage memories is incomplete
Without the record of it
For how long will I keep
The pain's memories in steep
I stand for long as hope
For the unborn down the earth's slope
To cope with the tight and slack
Of life's welcome pack.