Short Sandbags Poems

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Alliteration Poem

Date due, destruction
Building being blownup
Father flipping furious
Tramp tries to tamper
Delays dangerously diagnosed
Short supply sandbags
Try tomorrow,Tuesday,


Premium Member Space Oddities

oval shaped 
floating on a string 
tied around a smiling child's wrist 

powered by gas 
floating across the world 
until the sandbags drop  


Hiku Contest 
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11/19/2021
Form: Haiku

Swim

Somedays, the tide only laughs
at the sandbags we put up. 
When the ocean of emotion
breaks with waves above our hearts,
we swim or drown. 

The swell of current overrides
and riptides pull us down. 
Move parallel to shore against the tide
till firmer ground is found. 
Swim. 

4/6/14

Fire Fight

How very inconsiderate,
dieing in the open;
shirking anonymity
behind the raging green.

You avoided the cacophony,
left random bullets blameless,
then when your God 
abandoned You,
He left

just You,

alone;
refused to leave your ruined face
behind the mangled sandbags,
or in a shallow foxhole,
instead of here,

with Me
© Wayne Sapp  Create an image from this poem.
war

Premium Member Raging Water

We
are
losing
the battle
with raging water.
Millions of sandbags have failed us,
and many have had to sadly walk away from their homes, now
the bridge is closed, hydro is down, hope is gone, and more rain is expected.

__________________________
April 28, 2019


Poetry/Verse/Raging Water
Copyright Protected, ID 1140-271-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.
Form: Verse


Ode To Endometriosis

Strong, like kingdom walls,
stacks of sandbags, swamps of quicksand,
or barricades of filigreed barbed wire.
It holds me inside.

I can see myself in eleven years.
Perched on sterile metal instead of 
mountains of handmade quilts,
or nests of woven moss.

It will have turned love-making and child-bearing
from an art to a science,
and I will paint pictures 
of how being a woman is supposed to feel.
© Gwen Walsh  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ode

Sandbags Against the Reverie of Your Woe

I stacked sandbags against the reverie of your woe,
        created a dam to ensure you’d stay safe and dry-
                  Then the tempest came and you drown in the undertow.
              I knew the risks barriers bestowed as you let go,
   you knew not I saw the whole thing; you didn’t even try. 
                   I watched the ripples in the reverie as you sank below.




June 17, 2018
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member After The Flood


    The flood waters are rising, and rising.
             The sandbags didn't keep out
                   All the creepy crawlies.

      Caution! Do not wade into the water!
            Houston, we've got a problem;
                  Alligators and snakes!

Call for help and get the heck out of dodge;
             You might lose a limb or two,
                   Or suffer a worse fate!
Form: Kimo

They did n't know

They did n't know we could block the Strait,
That we had more patience and resolve.
Their puppet master demanded unconditional surrender
And settled with a draw,
Didn't know we had enough missiles to fill 
Ten stadiums.
They bombed and killed little girls in Minaab
Said they did n t know it wasn 't a garrison --
Their lies mirrored the war.
Their media covered them like sandbags
And circulated the lies.
war

A Bad Day

Cloudy turbulent skys full of destruction,
Clap of thunder the downpour begins,
Sandbags piled up the door,
Waves are lashing the shore,
Flooding begins to start,
The drains can't cope they overflow,
And still the deluge continues,
The sandbags not enough,
Flood water gains access,
Furniture piled up high,
The rain just doesn't care,
Flooding gets higher and on the stirs,
It's time to evacuate leave now

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