Short Recklessly Poems

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Fool the Voyager

Through the sea of flames
I pursue to fulfill this 
shadow quest of mine,

governing my ark 
recklessly against the winds 
of mauling doubts, toward you.
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Choka


Premium Member My Muse Takes It

My mind sees the blankness of the page 
And cannot stand it.
So she tells my muse
Who begins to type 
aimlessly, recklessly, zanily,
without my permission….

Premium Member Death of a Storm

Florence blew her nose, sparred with tears
Darkened our thoughts, loosened our fears.
Driving recklessly, we looked on as she steers,
Unabashedly crashes and dies. So long dear!

9/13/2018
Form: Epitaph

Impromptu

I am silent

Above the shout

The clouds are coming

More roaring than the sea

My tears flowed like waves

Nobody see me as well as ghosts

I walk the streets recklessly

Nobody see me as well as ghosts

Premium Member Unlucky

Six men are strolling atop the levee They whistle a tune, happy as can be Recklessly one falls over, Splashing into the water I’m glad the unlucky one wasn’t me.
written November 27, 2021
Form: Limerick


You

i call your name aloud...this time...
not carefully in lyric rhyme,
but shrill and all too recklessly
devoid of pretty poetry:
“YOU!!!!”
…but penned, as spoken words, from me
are each the same: futility.
(“…you….”)
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

You

"You!"
I call your name aloud. This time.
Not carefully in lyric rhyme,
But shrill and all too recklessly
Devoid of pretty poetry:
“YOU!!!!”
…But penned, as spoken words, from me
Are each the same: Futility.
(“…you….”)
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

You

My Dear:
I call your name aloud. This time.
Not carefully in lyric rhyme,
But shrill and all too recklessly
Devoid of pretty poetry:
“YOU!!!!”
…But penned, as spoken words, from me
Are each the same: Futility.
(“…you….”)
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Worlds Without Weeping

This weeping willow, will willingly and recklessly wreak havoc on the world we 
would see become a wonderful wreckage of wandering wonderlands. We will 
willfully wander the wastelands. Woe for those we once knew as wearers of 
wrought.
Form:

Premium Member Passion Play

I want you more than you can know
Passion for you in me so
Why must we wait until someday?
Desire wants not to allay
I long to hold you close to me
Experience you with jubilee 
To clutch each other recklessly
Then caress each other lovingly
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Gypsy Dance

billowing skirt whirls on air
wild and chase, that’s gypsy flair 

belly moves like ocean wave
in the rhythm of each octave

swirls and sways with bouncing feet
synchronizes with every season’s hit

night and day never quits
flowing recklessly in her own beat
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member Ravishing Rosie

Ravishing Rosie Redbud raced red roadsters rapidly down the roadside.
Racing recklessly, Rosie Redbud rammed Roger Reynold's red ranger, 
resulting in ruined wrecks and a raving, ranting Roger.








Ravishing Rosie wreaked havoc with tongues.
For Gwen's Tongue Twister contest

Premium Member Doppelganger Of The Sky

At these freckled stars I sit and marvel,
some so delightfully microscopic;
A piece of this universal puzzle 
casts it’s spell over me so hypnotic;
Oh what a vision it leaves me tearful
with one gaze I’m left optimistic;
Your skin’s a doppelgänger of the sky, 
and it’s got me feeling recklessly high…

Premium Member Dipping My Quill In Moon-Ink

DIPPING MY QUILL IN MOON-INK

Lantern swings, overhead, in brilliant thought

Moonglow tickles the writer’s plumage

Nightingale’s nom de plume

Opus tweets out sweet lyrics.

Recklessly romantic in clinging full-length nightgown

9/30/2017
Sara Kendrick's Let's Do Some Alphabet Contest
Form: ABC

Her Name Is Hope

Love is a mess
Sleeplessness is a friend 
Food tasting like regret 
Continued to suffer from distress 

Angered by my decisions
Listened not to my intuition 
Bitter to the past
Still stuck in situations 

Darkness plans to leave
The heart beats recklessly 
The mind is softening
Now that I see thee
Form: Rhyme

Domitila

She stood languidly under neon light 
Scant -clad bossom shine in erotic glory
Her tresses dance flippantly like reeds of the niger
Rag and ropes hung  carelessly-gorgeously on curvy cliffs
Her recklessly  red lip
Draw lustymen from the possessive warmth of their wary wives
As tiro-ed lashes coquetishly 
Lead them to sheol.

Why Should I Care

Why should I love you
You betrayed my trust
You have taken me to the lowest 
You had me chasing an invisible dream
Why should I care
When you shattered the hearts of many
Recklessly
Unlovingly
Carelessly
Willfullly
I throw my hands up
I close my heart
Take my love
Because you have given me
No reason to Care so
Why should I
Form:

Premium Member Rushing Forward

no one knows the value of a pause
rushing forward spewing this and that and the other and a mother
recklessly, carelessly, stupidly

I see it happen and I laugh
silently inside my head, under my breath
to myself for I understand the value of diplomacy

so here we are the pause and I not speaking
smirking at their nonunderstanding

Premium Member I Am a Happy Meteor

I am a happy meteor falling heavily in space.
That is my cousin meteorite Charlene, we are in a race.
I hope to fully destroy the planet when I land hard.
It will probably be one of those planets where people are lard.
I am going to hit them recklessly and eliminate them.
Unless I burn up in the atmosphere like Daddy and my Uncle Jim.

Premium Member All Thumbs

There once was a sailor from Saskatoon
Who recklessly wielded his new harpoon
         He impaled himself
         Accusing an elf 
Crew replaced him by a smarter baboon



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on August 11, 2019 for contest A LIMERICK, OLD OR NEW: YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH  -  RANKED 6TH
Form: Limerick

Time

Ancient thoughts that robbed my mind
Twin only to celestial time
Idled is how time is seen
oh how lonely time must be
Death has swallowed time erase
get thee thither no time to waste
Endless mirrored time prolonged 
thrushed into timeless beautifully adorned
Mocking recklessly marveling at the chase
Longing for time to take her place
Form: Rhyme

Business

I lined up my words
one by one and
locked them in a glass case
so that you can see
them on display.


WARNING: BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY


Until then, they remain
confined
so they don’t get out
into the real world
and run around
recklessly, in circles,
chasing your name –after all,
according to the world,
my words have no business with you.

Reckless Love

Can love so great and cherishable ,
be showered upon me so recklessly .
How unconditional and indescribable,
are the deeds of it .
Seeing not my past ,
nor dealing according to deeds.
Can love be so reckless and soothing .
Rejected and scorned by the ones He loved ,
yet He continued .
How great is the story of the lover,
and His reckless love .

Notes

Bastardizations of a good night;
Sullen moonlight pours recklessly through blinds,
Sickened stomach turns,
Eyes rill and flutter egg-white visions.

Shuffle:
I am a joint rolled from Bible paper,
A blood blister in a hemopheliacs mouth. 
Deal:
You are an inkstain of poetical nonsense,
A burst pipe running lengthwise through brain matter:

The entire ****ing world.

Premium Member Eighty-Two Degrees In Kansas

Yellow butterfly zigzags recklessly
into the garden, alighting briefly on marigolds.
Ugly crying bird sound screeches an alarm.
Pretty wind chimes clanging in the wind.

Was it really eighty-two degrees today?
Certainly warm for May first in Kansas.
Fine and happy May Day to you not in person but on Zoom.
I would like to see all of you again in person, and I mean soon!

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