Short Scarcely Poems
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delicate
low
relievo
but
scarcely
scratched
inversely
sunk
surface
deep
in
half
relief
I've eyes which scarcely twinkle.
a nose I cannot crinkle.
Here's what I thinkle,
It's a real stinkle.
To rhyme with periwinkle.
RBG's body had scarcely grown cold
when the White House made a decision most bold
to instate a supreme judge cast in its mold.
and liberty's soul is up to be sold.
Blond daisies strip petals softly
in nearest trembling grains snow.
Sunshines stumbles scarcely
above ever rich had daisies' seeding grow.
Form:
scarcely
minded
an
eventual
indulgence
an added
lustre
to life
natural
& normal
isolated
idosyncratic
away
from
the
sphere
of
life
Boundless pastures, velvety green,
Between the forests there;
Sheep and shepherds, gujjars and buffalos,
Present a heaven’s scene:
Scarcely seen—in fog.
Sad soul! How benevolent is life there
And how hard in real.
With blaring voice,
You've stolen her life away.
I think,
My heart shall ne'er mend.
Caused you the trees to snap,
And sway.
Now the softness of your voice,
Scarcely causes the grass
to bend.
Exclusive wise men merely elect the poetry road.
On a mysterious slate, visionaries upload.
They scarcely observe chalk fixed to class desks.
His odd name is etched with crucial specks.
My hair is as the chestnut,
My eyes are china blue.
To a radish I am ancient;
To a tree I'm scarcely new.
I am tall and I am slender,
Both intelligent and nice--
Till I affix a picture fair,
May this portrait well suffice.
little I discerned of pious words-
and idle twitter
scarcely had I known what I would find
among the dregs
it's a bitter pill to swallow
when a victory is hollow...
it's all downhill from here me thought
as I touched upon the egg!
Form:
I have some trembling hands;
I can scarcely type a word.
The Age of Pessimism has passed
Like the sweeping dress of a ballroom dancer
From another passed time,
So we find ourselves in the
Age of the Vague and Fearful.
My eyes can barely open,
My mind can hardly think,
Everything is sluggish,
’Til I smell that coffee stink:
I scarcely need to taste it,
For before it meets my lip,
The day becomes more vivid;
More so with every sip!
a hero in the heart
where blood spills over dust
scarcely missing polished boots
palms to the lips
and a kiss to crowds who cheer
his downing of the beast
abanico and acero
grace at the altar of horns
for love in the dances of death
Form:
Orangey hues sifting through leaves.
Persimmon, peach, pumpkin I believe.
Blackened before the glow, tree branches and ends.
Through crystal panes, the shadows descend.
Scarcely enough to ignite the sky.
Day becoming night, as the Sun bids goodbye.
Thoughts
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
Thoughts
Coming to light today
Weigh heavily,
On tomorrows outcome
And are short lived,
For the midwife has scarcely departed
Before they’ve sprouted legs
Or became forgotten.
You
You had to
Grow up much too fast
Scarcely got to laugh
Have a tale as beautiful as it is sad.
You
You want to be okay
But it can’t be today
You wonder if you’ll ever be laughin’.
You came to bring peace
But not for yourself
For someone else.
Life
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
The more alternatives
Life affords you,
The greater your opportunity
To mess it up.
While some may feast on life
Leaving not a remnant,
Others will face death
With plates scarcely touched.
It's not perceived to that amount
that beauty be a bounty.
That men should lose their place in life
squared scarcely to the county.
A world where love's deemed passionate
and shan't be claimed until.
A place for love to fascinate
and make it seem more real.
Your face is tiny on my screen,
one square among the twenty-two -
but rising out of my laptop,
somehow you fill the entire room.
The professor talks away but
I scarcely listen, for meanwhile,
I can spend the whole meeting with
my eyes fixed on your smile.
Just two words and my life was over,
Just two words ‘till I died,
To measly little words,
Six little letters,
And I could scarcely breathe,
They echoed around my head,
Making it hard to think,
Just two little words,
Six little letters,
And I died,
Lost forever.
A line smudged and fading
lies drawn in the sand
tide and time ambiguous
unrecognized by this hand
A dim light scarcely flickers
in darkest lonely void
beyond a rolling swell
too far distant to tell
if it might have been your
last farewell
Life is Seasonal
Written: by Miracle Man
1-16-2020
Happy times are so long past we scarcely remember,
but an old photo album reminds us they did exist.
Now time has moved from March to deep December,
and today we’ve nothing in common so we coexist.
Just
Impartial reasonable
Judging mediating adjudicating
Life is never more than nearly fair
Closing approaching reaching
Hardly scarcely
Just
When found you’re at the end of days.
Strolling along the shore of the placid sea;
What is it to fear the night?
And scarcely know thy fate to be!
All that was fades from memory;
Oh! To hold but a moments bliss.
Within the secrets of your silent soul;
Avails your life no more than this!
Likes to Dali herself up whilst reading,
assumes abstract designs will enhance
the benignly inartistic life story she's writ,
can scarcely sit through her own tediously
scripted fecklessly poetical verses moreover
embittered embellishments 'tween the blank
spaces of her once upon a failed phantasma