Short Rush Out Poems
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it was his wish
to rush out of heaven as the
August rain.
Falling in a rolling style
An act of Fun.
So my friend wish to roll
From up
Landing in blue of seas
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before
You tickle my pickle and so much more
There should be a law
To restrict my awe
Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door
Huh???
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before
You tickle my pickle and so much more
There should be a law
To restrict my awe
Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door
Huh???
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in the wee hours
while the world sleeps
with much anticipation
on tiptoe i rush out
to capture that perfect moment
when the sun arises
first morning rays cast
to greet an awaiting world
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
She sat wearily
and wide eyed in Pa’s old chair
then sprang to rush out the door
“only just the wind”
Everyday she’s done the same
Three years now since Pa left home
6th place in Rick Parise’s
“Chair in Shadowed Room Contest”
There's
the bell,
children rush out,
strawberry, chocolate,
choose your pick, it's time to enjoy.
Somewhere far, victims of war rest in peace.
Bomb explodes, ice creams melt, smiles freeze.
bells toll
death.
06/16/2017
gingerbread lace on a gorgeous white porch
splashed of corals and oranges among the green trees
here is a home where love is generously lavished
I rush out of the car almost before it has stopped
Home at last, I smell vanilla and cinnamon and love.
darling, fall down to your knees
darling, be swept away into the breeze
let the wind rush over you
theres no hope for your rescue
sink into the sand, take in the heat
feel the waves rush in, rush out, and repeat
darling, your death i do not believe
darling, your memories will not leave
My co-workers in the hallway are laughing
I rush out to listen; but I must have missed the punchline
They are trying hard to like each other, I can see that.
Motormouth is talking, so I slink back into my room.
Glad she doesn’t include me; for she never listens to anyone
I think this is the most unflattering trait a person can have.
Please wake me up,
From this awful dream,
Sounds of carefree laughter,
Have suddenly become,
Horrifying screams.
Gunfire erupts,
In an unexpected place,
Bullets claiming victims,
While others rush out,
Terror etched upon their face.
Why did the hand of death,
Visit Newtown today,
Mowing down the innocent,
Whose only thoughts involved,
School and friends and play.
Why? Will we ever know?
It’s the kind of day to cry about
To open your eyes let the tears rush out
The rain is falling
Pavement slick
Maybe I should just slide into a ditch
Lie there cold
Lie there still
Sun-faded in summer
Enameled brightly by fall
Dew lined in spring
Winter, chilled and thawed
Lie there in an anomalous state
Lie there taut and still
Loss of mechanism
Loss of will
O Muse of mine, where have you gone?
I miss the sweetness of your song;
Alas, no voice is on the wind;
No fiery flame stirs from within
My spirit you once used to make,
Held gently in your warm embrace,
Divulge its secrets safely kept,
And bid them rush out from my breast
What symphonies you used to play
That through small words I sought to catch;
Though now it seems you’ve gone away,
And left my soul an empty nest.
Across
North America
temperatures plunge
dramatically;
then steady snow
takes over to transform this quite village
into an alpine scenery;
quickly stepping out of the slamming door:
I call out to Erica,
but she's having a hilarious snow fight
with Jack and Paul!
I hesitate to slip on my boots,
then rush out with a playful mood:
to be hit in the face
at close range,
but rapidly
and precisely
I toss!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Thoughts rush in; words rush out
Really know what it's all about
Stop that rushing; just stop it.
Don't throw that fit!
Take all the time you need to pray
The the Peace will reflect in what you say.
Manipulations and temptations flee
Don't be as busy as a bee
But breathe deeply, think creatively,
See the beauty somewhere intuitively,
Wait and then act purposefully.
Don't let the "negatives" bully.
Be sweet and never stop smiling
Blessings will start piling.