Short Rags Poems
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a ragged woman
shivers and begs in the street -
revellers throw up
written 20th December for Constance's Winter senryu contest
I’m still rags all over
with holes where other people have
love stuffed in
warming their middles,
I get to feeling tired of it
being cold in patches
Rags Before Riches
They ragged on me when I was rich;
Had been in rags digging a ditch;
Now in my own tower;
Riches down on shower,
And only God knows my each glitch.
Jim Horn
He looked at grandma in shock and said,
“What are those rags sticking out of your head?”
“I needed curls, “ she replied.
“No money, hot rollers died –”
Optimistic, hair curled on rags instead.
The Worlds human snakes have raised the stakes,
From table scraps to pies and cakes.
~Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Rags to Joy
Ragged dreams tear apart the dawn
Then invoke light in golden pearls
Weave back fractured fragments of reveries -
Banish moonlit chimera shadows -
In the nectar of sweet joy born of morning
11-4-21
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite Size Poems No 25
There lived an old man in rags
who spoke words of wisdom in bags
Although he was called mad
He wasn't mad indeed
He was saner r from others by yards
her rags worn
heart torn eyes
orals
morals disguise
bruised intentions
beds layed for waste
thoughts
not
to
mention
her rags torn
heart worn eyes
sullen
is
the
mask
worn for sighs
angel hair curling
her rags worn
beauty
born
in
her
heart worn eyes
?
A pauper begs at the town gate
and sets, each day, a date with fate.
He harbours dreams where riches flow
but morning finds him on skid row.
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Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Placed 2nd
28th April, 2022
Deep blue, almost black,
sadness.
Being,
my ache of existence.
Eyes, no body in focus.
A grey cloud
rowing the moon
amidst red stars.
Bronzed tongue
digs the spirit
out of flesh
behind the shadows.
Alone me
in unlived house of rags,
looking beyond the walls
other side of tomorrow.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
rags
grimy, sodden,
frustrating, frazzling, hording,
tatter, wretchedness, opulences, luxuries,
cha-chinging, amassing, owing,
abundant, affluent,
riches
Date written: 05/28/2023
She is declared a mental case
her legs are shackled tight
in the street she snails up and down
naked without food
she freezes in December
near the drain curls up
unnoticed by pavement dwellers
building a bonfire of twigs, papers
cast-off shoes and rags
under the bridge sipping tea
I hear the bell tolling at Rajghat
pilgrims make haste to catch train
--R K Singh
RAGS
You have rags
Of rags
Some bragging rags...
Must be your rag,
Because you have rags
With nothing in them
Except a bifurcate rag;
You have enough rags for life,
For a billion stars in the sky__
If there was a total number of lug rags
You would tote have it
In the rag,
I wonder why you hoard so many rags
When all you ever put in them
Are other dirty rags.
~Tile Tersoo
she lay upon the cloud tops
ignorant of her rags
on her back loose feathers
stuffed into a sack
because she shined with silver
he thought she could fly
but those who are born soaring
never needed to try
suits, boots, life impaired
self-contained in a paper bag
he begs for her to love him
burning with a desire
ferocious as a tiger
caged in glass
imprisoned within his fear
the heart won't let her near
Form:
Looking around at others
Pure envy is what i see,
They have beautiful things
For its hand downs for me.
I want a new career
But what am i to do,
I have no real experience
At least compaired to you.
My clothes have no style
I need to win the lottery,
Oh what i could do then
With all that much money.
After work I'll buy a ticket
I go right past the store,
To my surprise I won a grand
Rags to Riches not wanting more.
Form:
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's 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.
Why is he roaming the streets begging bread?
He used to have a good head. What did he do
Wrong he used to be healthy, wealthy, and strong,
All the girls were running him down, now he is
begging for money all over town.
He never helped a soul when his pocket was full
Of gold, he even turned his back on his family
Treating them like an enemy. Now he is depending
On them for help, before he did not care how they felt.
I hope he gets back on his feet, leave the life on the
Streets.