Short Rouses Poems

The cicada's song,
Rouses the shadows to dance:
Swaying silhouettes....

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Poetry in motion
  waves of emotion

A Poet's fiery notion
  rouses stormy oceans...

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minstrel wind flows through
tree limbs quiver up and down~
gay leaves susurrate

4/21/2022...

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An old salty seadog Fascist
sitting in the corner
rouses himself, makes his presence known
“I consider this to be desecration
Traitor.”...

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*Image of Blue Lotus by Pixabay.

The Sound of Silence

glimmer rouses buds
mist glistens o'er possessed scene~~
quietude respires

2022 May 07
*1st Place*
Haiku Nature
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 May 10

HMS: 5,7,5....

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Satan’s Voice
By: Tom Wright
10-2005 

That reminding voice that whispers in my ear,
Rouses thoughts that long have slumbered.
But forgiveness has erased all guilt and fear,
Now by erstwhile deeds I’m not encumbered.
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Here I stand before the scorching sun 
Braving heat is not fun 
It takes courage to face the heat 
That rouses the surge in my heartbeat 

Another day, another time 
To brave the world full of crime 
On the streets dogs constantly bark 
Trying to damp my bright spark...

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I have crossed oceans
Tasted salt of discoveries;
Allowing strangers
To become families.

Now I am older, yet new allies
Beyond map's horizon 
Still rouses thirst
For unknown destiny.



29 words for Pic Motifs Contest
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Nov 16, 2017...

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Insufficiency rouses its head from time 
time.
Drags and tugs at you: me
To pull you back to 'that place'.
That place you thought you would never 
lose,
The place you did not want to be in.
A place you never thought you'd be pulled 
in,
Though for a short time; that place wasn't 
you....

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Pollen rushing

though the grass

as chipmunks dig

thoughtlessly.



White spots, a fawn

darts into

the morning sun

Doe's eyes sail,

opaque. Her child.



A hand through

the fence rouses

her over

the pure white spots

soon to fade. 



She eats....

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Morning sun, shining so bright 
Scorching partly my open skin 
Like a torch of flaming light 
Burning my soul from within 

It's the first in my lifetime 
To feel the touch of this burning heat 
Like a hot spring everytime 
Rouses the surge of my heartbeat 

April 17, 2023, 8:32 am, PST, SPC 


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Spring heralds the dawning of brilliant bluebells carpeting the woods 
Silently they slept until the warm sun rouses them from slumber 
Gently they open their eyes, stretch and bask in nature’s glory 

01~29~15
Contest Glorious Sijo Fields – Andrea Dietrich
How Many Syllables -  Count 16, 16, 15 – total 47
~awarded 5th place~...

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I am an expert in nothing. 
My prowess rouses in case of need. 
But in poetry, I found my longing,
like I was born for it indeed. 

In rhyme, I found my true love,
like a gift that fell from the sky. 
By mere looking at the stars above, 
I could inscribe a lullaby. 

March 24, 2023

Expertise In Verse Poetry Contest 
Sponsored By: Jaymee Thomas...

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Satan’s Voice
By: Tom Wright
10-2005

That reminding voice that whispers in my ear,
Rouses thoughts that long have slumbered.
But forgiveness has erased all guilt and fear,
Now by erstwhile deeds I’m not encumbered.


Sooner or later an ill wind blows for each of us,
We err in assuming that it will always be later!
Tom Wright
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flower beds ready
fall gardeners plan ahead
tucking in the bulbs

tulips nod off
winter blankets of snow
magic underground

spring sun's warmth
rouses like morning coffee
stems break through the soil

blossoms fill the fields
Holland's tourists agape
beauty beyond words

leaves and stems shrivel
food for hungry bulbs
autumn's bedtime snack
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fierce and restless winds
howl throughout the silent dawn
rouses sleeping plants

~*~

Note:  Observing the limbs of huge oaks and elms, like miniature plants shake and 
          sway in high winds these past couple of days while experiencing 72 degree
          weather, delivered this message so loud, I just couldn't resist writing about it...

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My child,
sleep sweetly
as honey...
when he rouses
always tell me
sugary
words...
My child,
don't have much work
to sleep...
sleep as a cherubim,
under the covers...
His sleepy breathe
remember the singing
of the nightingale...
when he rouses,
he tells me of the sun,
tell me over his
flights...my soul
is enchanted...
my real soul,
is that child...!...

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The gentle beating of her breasts,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood,...

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 Oh dear delight! My sweet coquette.
Enticing smiles; your glance flirtatious
rouses in me, dispositions salacious.
Sometimes my fret- sometimes my pet;
oh so tantalizing the way you tease
transform blase' to beguiling mystery
which fires my  fervor with pleasing ease.
Comely countenance; aspect gracious
All ardorous attentions you do invite;
Oh sweet coquette! My dear delight....

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Silence sounds like music
Unbelievable melody of faith
Nurturing my light of desire
Flowing crimson through veins
Laughter caressing my verses
Opening my heart to the gentle
Whispers of love that is sure
Eternal, forever, always together
Romance that rouses pure pleasure






Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury 
May 19, 2021...

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Shallow Graves 2
Written: By Tom Wright
2/20/2006

Our fondest memories lie in shallow graves,
Those unpleasant things we’ve interred deep.
To Satan’s excavation we’re oft made as slaves,
Preferring they’d remained in abysmal sleep.

His reminding voice whispering in our ears,
Rouses thoughts that so long have slumbered.
But Christ, has erased, all our guilt’s and fears,
So now to past deeds, we’re not encumbered.
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So it arises, awakens,
Honoring my first felt subtle
Emotion, begins the procession
Of night dreams and bust made in the day, 
Of long unforgotten beauty’s face.
A salute to their shining eyes.
A thousand suns,
Rays beheld in deep gray pools of vision.
All crisis adverted as your spirit rouses me from
Deep hearts sleep.
No cold hands here.
The circuits of two joined, 
Starts the journey of warned new passion,
Like fresh wine from the new vine....

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As I slumber
Deep in desirable dreams
She comes 
With lyre in hand 
Her song is purest poetry
Gifted by Apollo
And drawn by Zeus’ hand 
O’ sweet melody
She serenades my soul
Whispering verses
Still longing to be made manifest
Her fragrance compels me
To dream her beauty
And inspires greatness
In corners of minds
Only muses can occupy
Daintily she places myrtle
Around my bed
And rouses me to dance 
In her glorious creation
O’ sweet Erato...

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   jinxed souls i combat 
     each night laboriously~
       snorting loud on bed

       cognizant i lay
browsing mounds of ceaseless tasks~ 
      drifting in my brain

      fire flies breed in cheer
enclosing frame serenely~
      rouses my spirit
 
          i soar in night air
enthralling glimpses of stars~
       steering halts at dawn

cycles thirsty dreamy thoughts~
as i sail on boat with snorts

10 June 2023...

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Ebony,
dark-skinned queen, 
luminous eyes
peer through
ethereal sheer veils.

Millions of her
stellar spies
keep celestial watch,
as her
constellations 
tell tales
dwindling time
till the new day rouses the dreaming dawn.

She is mistress
of mysteries,
cloaked in an aura of
je ne sais quoi, 
and blackened satin folds.
In the midnight hours
she reigns supreme
where twilight falls..
her Highness,
ebony night skies. 


Susan Ashley
July 22, 2017...

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