Short Scrawled Poems
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A new book
seal broken
virgin page.
Hastily
scrawled in red
volume loud
the word SAVE.
Now slowly
close cover.
Tricube
that's right, I'm packing
I'm strong, not lacking
but love is cracking
although I'm small
big dreams recalled
fantasies squalled
it bounces like a ball
against a wall
where love is scrawled
In my head are dark contemplations
Rattled by silent reflection
I fear my introspection
And my own damnation
Scrawled on concert halls
And ghost town malls
See my eyes
Death lies
...Why?
Sometimes on their scrawled faces
where life has clawed
through ripping flesh like
paper strands
where strokes of shadow
echo with despair
and sadness folds itself
sympathetic in my resonance
and wonder if beauty will be
"We need more space," you voiced.
"This space to let."
The notice hastily scrawled
childlike on an index card
glimpsed in the co-op window
passed by quickly;
rain staining a new coat,
reminded me;
I had heard and not heard.
.He saw her
holding up a sign:
"Welcome Home Daddy", scrawled in
red crayon by a blue-eyed angel.
After months in the desert
this soldier found his
oasis.
Kim Merryman
Giveme A Sign contest by Nette Onclaud
5/16/15
In your error there is a'way making
Whilst striving in your searches collating,
Are they blackly scrawled your inky walls.?
Truly "A vice" this undertaking...
Explain peruse or buying extra shoes
True vanity versus inspiration.
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Jack Frost had been darting around
Frost covered the hedges and ground.
Sly Frost crept and scrawled
And none knew Frost called;
Frost struck without making a sound.
05/01/19
'Same Word Winter Limerick Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Charles Messina
A weary soldier saw her,
a blue-eyed angel holding up a sign:
"WELCOME HOME DADDY",
large letters scrawled in red crayon.
After months in the desert,
this soldier had found his oasis.
1/22/22
for Line Gauthier's
Bite-sized #33 contest
neglected
once lamented
now graffiti
scrawled:
faded respectability
of
yesteryear and
outdated
taste:
now.
litter-strewn,
dusty
cold & musty
sepia like
in the late
Autumn
sun
The last page of my notebook was filled
today.
One last scratch on its timeless pages
reads:
watermelon radish
spicy water
dinosaur kale
dragonfruit (?)
pepitas
all scrawled in a quick, cursive hand
& I fell in love with her
all over again.
BLUE MOUSE GROUP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The blue mouse group wrote through the night,
with their tiny nibs and ink, what a sight!
They scribbled and scrawled,
'Til on the stairs they sprawled,
They collapsed, what a comical fright!
Here is a calligraphy a blue veined script,
on the rusty sheen of mortality.
Life and death are scrawled everywhere,
yet the clear-eyed read eternity:
written in-between these.
There one sees
the cursive messages that God writes
upon all things leaving
or yet to come.
Finding
bliss
implicit
yet
inspiring
bright
prisms
scrawled
on
alpha
arcs
with
backward
zag
small
black
on
wax
phrasal
anagram
dramas
that
lack
a
hallmark
Things happen when you drink too much
and at the wine soaked kiss
I gave you my heart
scrawled on a beer soaked napkin
you loved me and I loved you
until we woke up to the perfume
of stale sweat and alcohol
and dreams of love ended
in a hangover’s haze
© JGF 2017
Form: Free Verse
NAILS pierced his hands, as he was SLAIN!
His words convey his love for all.
This Godly child born in a Manger Stall.
Sacred scrawled scriptures says, sent Son sacrificed Savor.
Silent One Contest 4 lines 1st line Anagram 2nd and 3rd line Couplet
4th line alliteration.
CLIPPED NOT CUT
bed of nails
clipped not cut
lie scattered
brittle rough
dumfounded words
scrawled slam shut
desecrated lies
marginalized
hawk scoops down
fallflawed brain
grabbing claws
mental drain
an empty line
clipped not cut
and dry
© Kim van Breda—2 December 2015
Form:
In
silent
class room she
entered and saw
surprised, Happy Birthday scrawled on black board,
apple and rose lay on table for her.
By students’ love
genuine
she was
moved.
February 11, 2021
Photo used : #2
Syllable count checked on HS
Contest : Double Tetractys 7
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Small pieces of paper -
notes to an unsuspecting love.
Etchings of black and blue ink
scrawled errors on blank sheets
that once said nothing.
Now, clearly displayed to read
for all to see longings, emotions, feelings
waiting to verbalize everything
but saying nothing at all
kept hidden inside.
Write. Right then. Not left right left. But oh right!
There is writing.
Phone needs cleaning
Electrical madness meanwhile.
Access limited.
Therefore a bumper pack arrives Friday from scrawled mess that will occur over next day.
Hope you are all having fun.
Said me and the rabbit with his creamy iced bun.
No ho no ha
Z
Form:
Icy lace scrawled across the window,
Four star bright eyes looking out,
One pair lit with sleep addled child's curiosity,
Another alight with kitten-ish mischief.
A hand reaches lazily toward the chilled glass,
A soft paw is raised to gently bat it down,
Soft fur and cold frost, and
The smile of a boy and the purr of a kitten.
09/04/19
3
Lily livered lint of a lizard, let him be called
In pious protest of his primevel name
He who in the spinning sun our death installed
Made history mere cinder for the flame
Why mark me with mortality for your material rage
What treasure in life's flesh yet I cage
He slithers between lines scrawled on a creeping page
And leaf by leaf levers love with lurid rage.
Eternity as his message lingers on
A message for the ages now and gone
The words scrawled out on the pavement
To be wondered or savoured as heaven sent
Does it teach us the pace of the world
And what we think or as our faith now held
And Arthur Stace provided Eternity for us
As he chalked out the word on Sydney’s pavements for him enough.
© Paul Warren Poetry
All I am missing is that
one word
which will connect to
the next word
and then another,
sprinting like relay runners
passing a crooked baton
from palm to sweaty palm.
Part of me wishes they'd pace
themselves, the epiphany aglow
like an oil-soaked wick, indomitable.
But what I secretly long for is a dash
over the finish line scrawled beyond the
next hill, far away from here,
from me.
"give this,
one blood stained
word scrawled
on a stretch of
swine flesh.
call it "soul"
& sacrifice the known
to see it become
whole for one
fainting second
& shown
the surface undone,
completed in its
ever revolving
cycle towards
the center."
& he'll stand
& stretch & close
his briefcase
& he'll turn around
to go & you'll swear
that you saw the
light for just
one second.