Short Scrapes Poems

tweet from new leaves
siskin rustles, scrapes beak
dives into nest

Sheri Fresonke Harper...

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Power of horror
Scrapes the side of infamy
Terror lives inside

Russell Sivey...

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snowfall
enveloping and still
until the shovel scrapes
echoing away the magic
making space 
for the mundane
...

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stream scrapes rock…carved
trouts climb rapids…future sealed
chef shines sushi knife

April 18, 2018...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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Hesitant. My fingers,
scrape upon a string,
that sings of you. Before,
I begin, I can hear,
the beautiful scrape,

of hes-i-ta-tion-

I can hear the si-lence-

it re-minds me of you. 

Hesitant. My finger,
scrapes upon a string,
that sings to me,
only of you. 
...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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…...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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A frilled lizard is not easy to hide.
And she is bossy, mean sometimes.
There is one hiding behind my lounger now.
Waiting for me to put down the TV remote.
If she gets it she will take it back to Australia
On the next cruise liner.  
I act nonchalant as I put my TV remote
Smoothly into a little drawer.
Her claw comes up and she scrapes me one
On my right arm.
I deserved it....

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Through dusty lenses she gazes at an the welcomes instrument of her demise
Ripped and torn insides make it hard to sit comfortably for very long
As the recycler warms up, two sharp forks pierce her side
Scrapes, dents and a torn skirt torn a tell the story of racy nights on the back roads
Her rusted hood trembles under his sweltering breath


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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