Short Scrapes Poems
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stream scrapes rock…carved
trouts climb rapids…future sealed
chef shines sushi knife
April 18, 2018
The peasant scrapes charbroiled stones from his field—
“Hope is a feathered thing” refusing to yield.
Inspired by “Hope Takes Wing” by Chetta Achara [2025]
His proprioceptors on fire
Johnny jumps higher and higher
His hand scrapes the rim
He dunks the ball in
Wrong rim, Johnny, howls the umpire
Dispersed on a deserted earth
Earth --- scrapes indestructible wings
Wings unbound in heart and in flight
Flight --- soul’s release and revelation
By Marckincia Jean
blaze in high noon sky
makes the day an inferno…
dawn sun turns fire ball
parched trees soak sun spray
sizzling wind scrapes leaning leaves…
calm shade cools scorched ground
fluffy bunny
dumb bunny
bunny hop
bugs bunny
honey bunny
funny bunny
bunny tale
bunny tail
stuffed bunny
roughed bunny
bunny rabbit
sunny habit
peter rabbit
scrapes a habit
bugs bunny
made life funny
Pride
I'm first
you're worst
Greed
all mine
don't whine
Envy
I need
your deed
Gluttony
pig out
grow stout
Sloth
sweat, plow
not now
Wrath
Joad's grapes
bad scrapes
Lust
dispose
of clothes
Red river, red river
Runs thinner, runs thinner
Scrapes and scratches
Lead to silence
As your heart
Collapses
Black coffin, black coffin
Soothe, Soften, Soothe, Soften
When nobody listens,
The gray grave glistens
She inspires me
She tells me the truth
Difficult sometimes
Helps me out of scrapes
Does not interrupt
Enthuses me
Shares happiness
Waits while I cry
Encourages
She like me
She listens
She is my
Truthful
Helpful
Friend
Shackles
Chains
The list of names
Waiting list
The sinners insist
Cuts
Bruises
Blood lines and silent cries
Confession
Redemption
The death that saved lives
Self inflicted scrapes
Self directed hate
Beauty of no debate
Hell is your miserable fate.
Form:
Pink snake in murky water
Feminine
Bite
scrapes face
The voices of my children in a video
In early August
I fear my memory is failing
But I am so young
Bruises riddle my knees
Who hurt me?
I walk through fog
Dayless daydream
Wilting
Form:
YESTERDAY
I FELL.
NOT A BAD FALL-
SCRAPES AND A
SKINNED KNEE
AN INCONVENIENCE
REALLY.
BUT...
LAST WEEK
I SUDDENLY
TRIPPED
ON FLAT PAVEMENT
AND SO, I JOKED
ONLY ME!
TODAY
I THINK
MAYBE THE LUPUS
OH NO!
NOT THE LUPUS
BUT, THEN I THINK
LUPUS.
Form:
Shattered shell the pieces settle, succumbing to time
A spell so subtle.
A fog of complacency numbs the scrapes
As tendrils of memories seep deep-
Tunneling down twisting hard narrow vessels
Until the sickness settles.
This heart will stop-
When healing neglects.
under foot a pebble, no
opposite toe scrapes it off
crimson sole and toe
shard of glass missed the dust bin
and both feet caught the action
spouse to the rescue
bandaids and antiseptic
blood dripping on floor
socking up; putting on shoes
standing for the next three hours
This optimist man falls in pit unseen
To come out of dire trouble he is keen
He doesn’t sit lost in despair
Scrapes stairs to reach the free air
Knows trying hard is the sole way to win.
May 7, 2021
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Quitters Never Win
Sponsor : Margarita Lillico
He pricked himself
reaching for the rose,
the scent and beauty
drawing him near.
He was determined
approaching again and again.
He found more thorns
that further injured him.
Growing annoyed,
roughly grabbing,
more scrapes, cuts and then
he crushed the flower with his hand.
She screamed.
A heart full
of love,
She freely gives,
There's no charge.
A listening ear,
while she dries,
all of your tears,
no charge.
Your cuts, and scrapes,
she patches up,
no charge.
She cooks, and cleans,
without complaint,
no charge.
She's a special lady,
like no other,
and for being,
your Mother,
there's no charge.
Form:
Who has seen the wind?
Well, blow me down.
Blow me right down.
I mean it is cold, really cold
Then there’s the wind.
The damned cold wind.
Wind chill, wind chill
Damn it.
It scrapes your cheeks.
Ices your ears.
Numbs your fingers
Chills your legs.
Freezes your feet.
I have seen the wind and the answer is:
Central heating.
My first tricycle should have been built for two
My baby sister jumped on the back
Down through the woods we zoomed
Running into a tree, I scraped my knee
Across the handle bars she flew
My beautiful tricycle could not be fixed
The cuts and scrapes were only small knicks
We never rode a tricycle again
But me and my sister
Are forever best friends
Lazy clouds, dark and oozy,
Smother alpine views,
Wet with the residue of
Convection, as autumn
Scrapes the senses.
I love the dancing light,
Landscapes brought to life,
Skies blow by and
Nature yawns, fertile,
Ripe and exhausted.
The womb is full, fetal
Folklore foments us
With bounty, beauty,
Bird songs sung by all,
On the glorious path…
EGO WRECKER
“”””””””””””””””””
that fascist scrapes her paws like a bear
hissing orders, crossed-legged on a chair
sent a rumor mail in haste
that prexy's gal has bad taste….
revenge! boss works now as our sweeper
©
‘’’’’’’’’’
Carolyn Devonshire’s Contest
Single Limerick… Horrible Bosses
As if in a blink
Gone are the days
Rolling in the grass
Scratches, bumps, and scrapes
As if in a blink
Memories play like a movie
I am the hero, the villain
And oh yes, comic relief
As if in a blink
Awakening to the sunrise
Back pains and achy joints
As I rub my hazy Red eyes
In a blink
I am suddenly old
And gone are the days
When time was forever
love
lust
passion
all the same
mind
body
soul
can be separate
tears
scrapes
bruises
are all painful
sick, faint
torn, crushed
washed up like a lush
tired, restless
lost, confused
caught up in a mess
friends
family
God
are all present
joy
luck
happiness
are good wishes
smile, laugh
sing, dance
let yourself be free!
Form:
eagles' jaded flight-
submit to winter’s lean scrapes….
sparingly content
resting after a fill-
eagles observe frozen land….
awaiting warm sun
sluggish tide retreats-
leaving a cold meatless beach….
more eagles searching
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Bald Eagle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Nov. 9, 2010
Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand.
Demining
refutes the salt.
You know:
the self-knowledge takes you to a tormentor
for intimate relationship. A dirty hand
scrapes the script.
A sudden flight, you do not want
to face the sun.
I pick up a book
and hide my face.
Parkinson’s dilemma:
The psychic persona
was shaking or tremors in thought.
Now unclasping.
Satish Verma