Short Saunters Poems
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summer ends early
while tule fog saunters east
when the moon falls west
summer ends early
Dorka Keehn-ly glides
with the dawn mist (missed.)
Love saunters into hearts like Summer's day...
Creating warmth, thus illuminating.
Heartfelt thrumming strings gently as Sunday;
Beating harmonies illuminating.
This young fawn
Who saunters along the town
Soliciting her slender compassion
Month in, year round
Has known tall, dew doused forests
And the moon has made
Her skin quite fair
There is a dog who saunters sideways
Under the clear blue skies, shadows pave
His ecstatic tail dances
And off he goes, and prances
Chasing furry creatures at the bay
Sun is beating
Body's heating
Await the meeting
Of my love
Thoughts are fleeting
Touches needing
Eyes are pleading
For my love
Now he enters
In he saunters
Bearing favours
For his love
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
A caravan of pink and white vapor
Saunters northeasterly
Across a cerulean forever
Green boughs below
Bow as it passes
Lake sky mirrors
As July arrives
And June is set adrift
For another year
This entire afternoon
Balms
saunters
besides deep
on a brisk breeze
through her nest of blond acacia saplings
their closeness is kept through striking senses
at scarlet dusk
starry day
fairness
times
Written: February 13, 2022
melt their shadowed knees
summer supplies its dimples
a light applause
bathed in bathetic leaves
saunters their laughter
Mothers cry for their children
they cherished dreams
yet knew the impossibility
but longing was their threadbare wish
A mute cacophony rings between my ears.
The silent dungeonous din of the pelting stone past.
And in that roaring, the hauntings come
and the black dog, waiting, salivating, silently saunters alongside the
specters and, heavy, blankets me in darkness.
sunny, steaming, sultry
summer saunters so sneakily
smells of steaks simmer
July 12, 2020
10:10am PST
As the days grow longer
and the temperature warmer
even this old man's fancy
turns to outdoor saunters.
Perhaps to find on quiet stroll
a miss whose demeanour
is also out of all control.
My fair ladylove
How dare she saunters the halls
Taunting a man so graphically
She holds the very knowledge
That her figure is astonishing
It is to be concluded that she cherishes
Being the focus of my poems
She then exhibits herself quite flawlessly
Bearing equivocal fervor
The merchant’s lady
saunters into villages
forsaken ages ago,
discovering cues
of lurid-ways no man
would even dare to dream,
much to say she has not
of which can be testified:---
the wretched man!
Philosophy may serve its purpose,
though theory is far
more pleasant than reality.
September saunters in with hints of fall in tow,
brief respite from late summer’s sultry heat.
Mild weather will stand down for summer’s last hurrah.
Then autumn’s unique glories we will greet.
Already we see red and amber in the trees,
and falling leaves are dancing in the breeze.
Autumn saunters in
Silent as a new spring breeze
Stirring fallen leaves
Blanketing a cold worn earth
A year of greenery molted
Brisk wind dips treetops
Naked arms stretch fractious
Shivering in the chill
Creaking, groaning with cold ache
Arthritis here now till spring
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
With my plucky granddaughter, I'm ne'er bored.
She saunters at connate emblems and depth.
And the way the fay sway with her.
Five-year-old darts on slight span.
Brilliant, brittle crane drum,
Tall, hefty gist sight,
Pitch in limns burns.
With swish rifts.
Wingbeats
wheeze.
March saunters along
violets welcome on lawn
gentle rains falling
short sleeve weather once again
thoughts of picnics in the park
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
written March 4, 2022
syllables checked with HMS
especially for "Springtime Beauty Tanka" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M. L. Kiser
The blazing sun
scorches lonely daydreams—
He saunters like a penguin
lemonades in hand.
We two laughed until moonlight.
Copyright March 18, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: TANKA 2 –
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6218
Her two children hover over
And watch the ticking screen
Circling cords, like snakes in a pit.
Opening windows, her daughter
Wondering about her soul
Hoping her soul travels gently.
A gentle breeze saunters in through
Carries her to the other side
A soul now, gliding like a bird.
19.10.2020
Writing Challenge-Tercets
Theme- Death.
A nurse saunters by
wearing all black
even black nursing shoes
I never saw that before
The ones with super hero scrubs work with children.
But which patients does she work with?
Do they think of her as a real nurse not wearing white?
Questions to ponder as I see masked bandits
enter in and out of doctor’s offices, sharing this germy common room.
It saunters down a cheek,
its trail dying
before its meaning
It settles before
a meticulous cut...
and drips
It wastes a tensive strength
and weaves a string
One end tied to nothing
but pent up
It guides
itself further south
to no ending
but still drips
Chills compete
and rainfall freezes,
And yet, it childishly calls itself
a tear
Form:
My heart beats faster
as she saunters into class,
Her moves, classical!,
like a spell,I am held bound
in a mirage of passion.
Gush! what a beauty!,
still in wonder land, I heard...
'can you shift a bit?'...
I look dazed with mouth open,
as I squirm aside for her.
*She is my Lavender Rose*
CONTEST:"Tanka x2-Pick a Rose from my list" sponsored by Rick Parise.
Listen to poem:
his words
one by one
picked and plucked
out of thin air
bewitching the muse
giddy with moondust
saunters and meanders
one moonbeam to the next
from heaven's gate
to his gentle pen
love songs in the night
bare the poet's soul
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on January 29, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1062) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Embrace the day loosely don't cling
Let it flow, unhatched, free
As the river rushes or saunters
Ever rolling to the sea
With outstretched arms fly 'pon breezes
Swaying north, south, east, west
Ride the waves soaring the currents
Freedom wakes are the best
"The moment you doubt whether you can fly,
you cease forever to be able to do it."
Quoted and don't know author..