Short Runes Poems

Silent time weakens
Forest runes hide frozen thoughts
Unknown discovery...

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following
in their footsteps
ancient stone path

casting bones
where do the runes
lead us...

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Primitive hunter's arrows
Metallic and they use runes
Effective hunters have flaws
The armpit odor...

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My mindful runes reveal meaningful memories, reaching readers midst my rhythmic rhymes.

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the casting of runes
awakens a subtle remembrance
a faint recording in substrate

the impulse to organize is unrelenting
to name to define
becomes an effort to dominate...

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Redolent reverie
Rain-soaked in raspberry 
Roses most delicate
Runes woven from star seeds
Refulgent petals swirl 
Russet thorns of my heart
Regrets etched in kohl quartz...

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You have to give before you receive .
If you don’t ,then you’ll be deceived 
Please know what is in your head
If you don’t ,you are dead .
Runic spirits ,old
They are mighty.
They are bold.
Wisdom.
Runes...

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From my eyes
you kiss sleep
and the beats
of two hearts
mark time 
as night turns day.
Sunrise plays
a soft tune
and runes
of light write free,
as the beats
of our hearts
in perfect counter-point
create
the morning song....

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Room to shake my tambourine
That’s all I ask, and a space to dance 
And twirl my scarves and entice you to pay
A corner to read your palm and collect silver
A tiny nook to park tarot and runes
Most of all a place to shake my bracelets...

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The dark sky beckons the celestial mage
With age-old runes and devilry
When shadows begin to cover the moon 
A cloud wafts by and laughs at me


09/29/15

Supermoon Eclipse-1st Place
Eve Roper
10/27/2015...

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The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields

Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions staked in mud
neon hopes fuse the last of day...

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Its getting harder
To keep my attention
And while we go on
I keep singing
A new tune
To light my way
Like runes in the night
Travel onward 
Weary soul
Almost there now
I wanna tell the whole world
This place is a whole lot
Bigger than any stereotype you got...

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A goose gray day,
I might have places to go
but know not the way.

The dice are under the cup
             the runes are blind.

The hours will unravel,
I will follow the instructions
               of a voice in my car

look for lost paths
and roads not yet found....

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Numb… yet month's spell brings thrill of frost
On dyed road, bronze leaves, flesh as
Veiled star tints pale elm. Oh,
Eve… a low pitch hymn
Marks homes’ calm   to
Bear grace while
Earth spills
Runes.




Charlotte J Puddifoot's Contest
Infinite Infinitians
10/11/2015...

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misplaced in moonlight
my muse lay mute and inkless~
venting in darkness
like mourning mists crawling through
sleepless stars before sunrise

but between silence
and twisted tunes of twilight
I found silver runes
carved with mismatched metaphors~
healing hymns amidst blurred lines… ...

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I will be the princess of the dynasty
The princess of the corkscrew
The princess of the underwear drawer
There is a lot of laughter

Sybil does not understand the others.
She is not amused or laughing
She gets out her tarot cards and her runes.
Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others...

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I'm a midnight sneak,
At Google I'll peak,
My eyes grow round and glow,
It's well after midnight, you know,
I'll filch some treats,
Addictions need sweets,
I'm quite house trained,
Computer feeds my brain,
All alone in this darkened room,
Stalking through these Google runes,
Is that five am to prowl?
Shhh, I'm insomniac midnight owl!...

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Summertime sang its chorus
Echoed through my brain
Springtime promised hope
Sending rain to clear the pain
I walked into the solstice
Prayed solace for my soul
Sacrificing my heart, your crucible
To purify the gold
I searched out the light, 
I stared into the sun
Its rays scarred my eyes
I couldn't read your runes
Loneliness consumed me 
In the darkness at noon...

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The cold coastal wave,
breaks and froths a watery stave,
and listens,
                  as the North Shore echoes its tide; 

Here the trees combine with land and gold, 
and write with the rocks in runes- 
Of everlasting beauty,
a world within a world, 
where solitude is not
the echo of death,
                             but a reflection of the past....

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Acrobatic starlight
new champion for League of Legends
Starlight wonder queen
tossed high into the cosmos amid meteorites
Lightning power surrounds her as a smoky sizzling haze
Soroka and Rye check their runes, to figure out her place
Brawlers, assassins and marksmen are at the ready
keeping their eyes and weapons on the latest champion
Let the game begin!...

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Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines 
of sloping firs basking like mallards 
in March's brusk sunshine. 
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire 
with pearl crests punctuating 
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim 
nascent umber banks. As teals float 
in a tarot of amulets tanagers preen, 
imbuing remnant frost with scarlet omens....

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Gold-lined pockets, silver spoons,
Promised futures wrapped in runes.
Gilded gates and marble halls,
A name that echoes through the walls.

Yet wealth is weight, a velvet chain,
Shackled smiles, a life in vain.
For what is gained if soul is sold,
If warmth is lost to hands so cold?

Not all that glitters warms the night,
Not all who shine are bathed in light.

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I presage many years hence
My poetry would be read,
To then spread some hope and cheer
Though I would long be dead.

Wish could from some secret door
Be able to see that soul,
Who would read my rhyme and verse
Laud its lyrical scroll.

Such would suffice my labour
For my runes would find their goal,
Reach portals of paradise
Having fulfilled its role.
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Listen to poem:

Broken Stones
David J Walker


Breaking stones and compromise 
The sun arise 
	And I am gone

	I am alone
My bones strewn with
	Broken stones 

Dreams drained of hues 
        And tones

Hills climbed 
        Ill-defined
	Words refined 
With stolen loans

Poetics borrowed 
	In runes and roans  
cantrips laid 
In homophones

 	I am a fool for hopeful things...

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No Adjectives
  
No adjectives graced skies of dawn
No crimson, mauve or bronze
Only blankets of fog akin to gloom
Blocking sunlight, singing runes.

Winds on gusts rose up in westerlies
Breath like brooms sweep skies majestically
Danced as a smile – heaven cheering -
Mischief on wings – imps twirl in clearings

6-14-21
Contest: Adjectives Deleted
Sponsor: Jack Webster...

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