Short Sallow Poems
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copper and silver
copper colored winds
green leaves suddenly silver
sallow ochre shades
8/23/20
Haiku Color with Alliteration
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
summer afternoons
hot breath of summer
even the dark shadows sweat ~
solstice stupor
sweltering doldrums
heat waves rise on sallow breaths ~
only the bees buzz
smooth mellow always sallow
never foolish but continue to repeating
this EVOL stay falling for my
devotion and lies
forever trying to spell together
fighting to stay alive.....
boy with yellowed sallow skin
seams thin
have you seen him?
shaken shaky hands with him?
poured him greasy shots of gin?
sang his soulless requiem?
if you have
you won't again
Form:
Stillness.
Heavy and dank,
The tepid air steams
From the ground, confused and distorted.
Warming.
Silent.
The spectrum muted.
Sallow wind haunts, and
Cobalt tones eclipse memories of white.
Chilling.
Gentle are the breezes, and gentle is the sun,
And gentle are the times in which we have a little fun.
So sallow not in solitude and slumber not in gray:
When gentle are the flowers, and gentle is the day.
ILLUMINATION OF THE GALLOWS
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gallows
hallows
haloes
shallows
Sallow-sad priest, hallows gallows, bleak.
Saints enshrined in haloes ~ shallows shriek.
1/22/2018
Didn't like the taste of sorrow on my tounge
My bitter words, ashes in my mouth
Tears streak down my face, grey stains
on the sallow surface of my cheeks
Turns to salt on my lips
I whisper, every day is the same
After Dark
The moon splays its splendor.
Red roses somber in vase.
Subliminal shadows, peaked and sallow,
flicker like windswept, willow flame.
Inscription, on her headstone, illuminated.
10/14/2017
Does a classical-band ever howl?
It has been said a classical-band’s odd.
Yet as the coarse strippers revolved
And the sallow evening faded,
A civilian said she heard the classical-band howl
When the lips of dawn had matured.
When I touch this place
healing bluish sallow
now,
rain spots crimson
on my skin
but only to me.
Tears behind today
pause to listen
for you in the quiet...
Silence pounds in the freezing rain.
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Stupidity In A
Validating Stupor,
Yelling Lifeless
From Their Stoop.
Don't Identify!
PLEASE!
Sallow Shallow Husks,
Scattering Spore
After Spore, After
Soul-Sucking Spore...
Want More?
-Gray Squirrel
10-18-2025
Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow
Some special seasons seem sad
oh-so solemn
Others -- sallow, slow, even silly
But X-mas season 'tis to savor
soothing, silky, serene
sending us soaring skyward
with its satiny, snowy scenes
December 16, 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Sweetened fair caress
Dreaming sallow mountaintops
Bleached yummy delight
Mello crimson mix
Sensing scarlet falling leaves
Mouthwatering pleasure
Russet mixed within
Cheerless delighting nature
Succumbs emotions
written for
Sponsor Poet Destroyer ~ A
Contest Name Neapolitan Ice Cream (HAIKU)
He’s a beaten man
His shoulders rounded
From the throes of life
From disappointment
To disillusion
His eyes sunk and sallow
His voice weak and hollow
His joy long lost
Along with everything else
That makes life worth living
He’s given up
Can’t take any more
But still standing
AP: 3rd place 2020
A homeless man on the street today
was hustling for some food to eat
it was very cold outside
his gloves were full of holes
lonely sallow eyes
ask for mercy
there is none
he's a
VET!
Lets take a minute and think about all the Homeless Veterans in America
and pray for them this Christmas Season.......
eyes of sunken hollow
pupil
skin stretched thin as tallow
stooping for a coin
so shallow
and falling
for that pretty shimmer
hammered with a faierie's splinter
pupil eyeing in the snow
so shallow the sallow
heart of him
with legs unsteady
and brain too heady
he let the pretty shimmer go
and wept to bleed
bright red white snow
Faithful in troth's plight, I wait for my knight
Bridal gown of white stained as tears alight
Still no groom in sight at strokes of midnight
Fireflies take to flight in pale candlelight
I glean no delight in their glow tonight
In sallow moonlight my heart grows contrite
April 28th, 2017
John Hamilton's Monorhyme
Grief comes,settles in the veins
And then come the firsts
Needling it to rise and erupt
Crash and clamor
First time as I land and inhale
The air of my land
Will it feel arid and alien
Without your breath mixed in it?
First time my sallow eyes
Searching for a glimpse of you
In the collage of faces
Known and Unknown
Written on:02/27/2016
I don’t recognize myself;
this is not uncommon,
but he seems to me like a pale root
dragged-up to be exposed to sooty clouds;
one raw and unearthed by quarrying shadows.
A grainy tinge shades vacant eyes.
In the distance, tenement towers -
grey tusks in a monochrome sky.
A callus of light embalms a sallow horizon,
revealing just enough of the child
to spook the dead.
What I thought I knew is no more
But a stranger knocking at my door
Willful cunning the mask you wear
Cheshire smile slinking to get near
And I the blinded beguiling beast
Let you come in to savor a feast
Unrepentant and sallow and chaste are you
Liquor erases the mind and all that you do
Estranged and guarded the door is closed
Goodbye darkness I will not be hosed
He never made retirement—
palmed sallow watch.
Years bled bloodless,
stooped obliquely
in steel mills.
Mother said
he was tired—
so tired
as he drank
last days in liquid slurs.
The mill closed
after his death—
now both rustle bones,
remember russet dreams
of molten metals
faint as old billboards
whispering what once was
but never was
in rust-washed wind.
COLD BLOODED
Summer grows old
cold-blooded
tree’s scant
leafless twigs
bend and break
creek and whither
Anaemic the suns
pathetic rise
and fall so soon
the rainplunge of
icedew sickens
to greysludge gloom
Winter takes hold
cold-blooded
labouring storms
iceflesh to bone
sallow and shrunken
we faceforce doom
© Kim van Breda—29 September 2015
AS I SAID BEFORE
Flights of fancy
colour my eye..
A terracotta
speckled sallow
cochineal
in flaxen fallow..
A bluish buff
soft yellow
saffron shadow
upon mallow.
Flights of fancy
colour my eye...
A mosaic gold
ultra marine
on bone black
umber sanguine.
An olive lind
carnation citrine
reddish red
on earth green.
Flights of fancy
colour my eye...