Short Raided Poems

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Premium Member Our Fantasy

Thoughts read, fridge raided Opposite me with a wink She smiles with a twist Sultry spooning her wet lips Mint Ice Cream kisses adorn .
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Clerihew Leutze

Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze was so patriotic
&his paintings are so historic*
Philadelphia raided but German born
twixt one& the other he was ever torn


*https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/11417
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member if these raccoons were crows

Raccoons are in the ceiling having a whale of a time
They raided the kitchen and stole molasses and thyme
We cannot get up there, it is an enormous climb
If they were glitzy-loving crows, we could coax them down with a dime.
Form: Rhyme

Queen of Hearts

I risked it.
You raided it
That time, was on me.
I locked it.
You attacked it.
But it’s I who holds the key.
There’s someone else that wants it more; 
I see that now so clearly.
No more placing second,
Because that someone else is me.

Is Africa free

ye are better than them
finances of the world
resources basket for continents
out of jealousy and envy
we have been raided
our men are slain
our women, raped!
our babies are spill to rocks
 oh! white raiders,
lead generations into slavery
Form: Other


Premium Member Taps

Three Cheers for Afghanistan
  Twenty years since US invaded
  Terrorist strongholds raided
    Al Qaeda eliminated
     
Yet ere we depart, it's fallen apart
  Terrorism's once again strong
  The 'government's' the Taliban
Play taps for Afghanistan
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member an unmarked grave



                  cold was the night and a runaway girl
       lay in the snow . . . soon a man found her
he took her to a brothel- cleaned her up with a bath
       gave her drugs until all she did was sleep
              the police raided and found the girl dead_
  someones child is buried in an unmarked grave
sad
Form: Verse

Game

all this while
I had been knocking at your door
waiting for you to traverse the space
from your locked room to the door front 
take the keys from the door side table 
and let me in

and all this while
in being the knocker
I forgot to lock my home
the doors were wide ajar
the windows un-hatched,
you’d raided all of it.

I'M a Thief

I’m a thief
I stole your trust
I’m a thief 
I stole your lust

I’m a thief
I took your hope
I’m a thief
I took your scope

I’m a thief
I robbed you blind
I’m a thief 
I robbed your mind

I’m a thief
I raided your heart
I’m a thief
I raided your smarts

I’m a thief
And I’ll take more
I’m a thief
So lock your door

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Form:

Premium Member Carrie Nation

Carrie Nation and her cohorts stirred up all kinds of consternation,

   As they raided bars leaving a trail of broken glass across the nation!

      With hatchet and Bible in hand she preached hellfire and damnation!

         She deemed demon rum and those who drank it an abomination!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Nephilim (A Flash of Light)

So strong and abrupt an ancient race
With lusts and sins they raided this place
These men of OLE, few say did see
The sons of angels, no choice to be
Who were these men? A flash of light!
These giants of men who hastened man's plight
A mutant race, a mule of men
A hybrid race, born of sin
Who were these souls of flesh and skin?
A flash of light! The Nephilim.
Form: Rhyme

Labor Without Bread

She was a farmer
And sowed ten seeds
Three of them died prematurely
She was nurturing the rest
With hope and faith to win
But as she was not looking
And before she begin to harvest
Killers raided and took her precious life
Making her labor fruitless
Oh! How she wished to enjoy this bread
The bread of her hard labor
Ahh! It's very very painful
To labor without enjoying the bread
© Simon Amu  Create an image from this poem.

A Snugglement Of Birds - Nonsense Poetry

a sparrow with a towel
dried the feathers of an owl
while a wren with a felt-tipped pen
coloured in a sleeping hen
then a magpie poked the eye
of a buzzard and made him cry
when a rook with an adventure book
started reading to an eager duck
and a siskin sat next to a finch
as a hungry eagle raided the fridge

all were trying their very best
to fit inside the tiny nest

Dawn

6:49AM 
Limbs cringe in harmony 
With the twitch of the eyes 
As I sense the tranquillity
In the deep clear beautiful sky..
 With every soft chilling air 
Feels like paradise. 
           
      6:56AM..
A coax light voice raided the 
Air in courtesy of the moment 
 As it got replied to in same way 
But this time,in a louder tone
 Good morning!!! 
             7:00AM. 
    

      18/6/2017

Brighton In September

You traced
A heart in the water
Of a rock pool

In the morning
As we still glowed
From the loving

As milk floats raced
Along the seafront and
Seagulls raided the bins

But later...

Time fell into the tide
And when we talked
It became heavily conjunctive

And we lost it all
Suddener
As we could ever have imagined

Because you never
Knew the difference
Between you
And what you said.

Faded Memory

Remembering you at last,
the memory had faded,
your image was well nigh jaded,
I cursed my brain,
racking each grain,
slowly you emerged,
as if sunk titanic,
had risen again,
the rust layers fell,
you shone bright like moon,
each feature handsome aquiline,
suddenly amenesia clouds gathered,
I was raided by many issues,
you were enveloped,
and your memory was lost,
before it could even develop.

Love Raid

Love raided the heart

And occupied my mind

There was no chance

But to surrender

For, the love army surrounded the gates

Hopes failed

Wishes shattered

Army encountered

Ceasefire was restored

I began to forget the hard days

The army again planned an offence

Where I had no chance of defence

From then on:

I am in a state of alert

Where I cannot avert

The sweet pain of love

History Is Bunk

HISTORY   IS   BUNK


Columbus discovering America?  Yeah, right !
Only after a  small  army of Vikings from overseas 
Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries; 
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland  to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese  junks 
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid  footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait ten millennia before.
Form: Verse

History Is Untrue

HISTORY   IS   UNTRUE


Columbus discovering America?  Yeah? Who  says?
Only after a  small  army of Vikings  from overseas
Traded and raided on  the coasts for centuries; 
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland  to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese  junks 
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid  footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait  a millennium before.
Form: Rhyme

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