Short Semblance Poems
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When
the day
that you spent
bears no semblance
to the one you planned;
then the night will
have memories
to dream
on
Space stations spin to create gravity
Spin to create stillness
I too have to be moving ever so quickly
To feel a semblance
Of stability
D-awn
I-n
A-ppearance
N-egates
A-nother
T-wilight
U-sing
P-resence
A-nd
S-emblance
Topic: Birthday of Diana J. Tupas (September 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I see before me with my eyes
A semblance of a sea swept shell
And Love indentured with a pearl
A heart shaped iris stares ahead
Ralph Sergi Eyes
June 14, 2015 Visual 4
Like a song we all like to improvise as we all go along.
Like a stageplay we like to have reasons to pretend and play.
Like a semblance we like to be with whom bring us balance.
I recoil at your previous wish duly met...
but timelessly bled
Escapes restrained our semblance of dread,
but limitlessly crept
I had specks of me for you to test,
now decidedly unkempt...
Form:
It's just not the same
darkness swirls
but there's no light
no will left to fight
I miss you
and your semblance of right
So, I send my love out in the breeze
take it, take me, if you please
Some Semblance of Order
Order always has some sort of semblance,
To insure expected without any suspense;
When will appear,
Seems so sincere;
Unless are being confused and also dense.
Jim Horn
Like a cherry blossom in the wind
And the dew lit gossamer threads
Of the weaver, the spider
Is the semblance of a dream
That passes away like a fairy’s laugh
And holds men captivated
On why they are in the dream
I opened the window,
the door wide opened.
Temperature scorching,
no fresh air rushing,
environment outside foul.
I rode far
to the countryside
roads once quiet today busy.
Coming back
my house and room wore
the semblance of nature.
if i were a flower
in a garden of many
a semblance
beneath thorns
would my aura
allure you
would you breathe
the fragrance
of my petals
touch me
delicately
whispering
kisses
through
the stems
of my being
if you were
a butterfly
owl calls to her psyche
dreaming interferes
dendrite highways closed
breathing is a ruse
soul is in cosmos
hooting is unheard
astral travel
dusts away all semblance of
doom
body on auto pilot
until soul returns
to hostility of this world
Walking down the memory lane,
I semblance a lot of pain,
As life moves on it gives me a feeling,
It could be for some gain.
Gifted another beauteous morning,
As the earth rotates her side,
A new day, A new learning,
As I keep moving with the tide.
.
who'duh thunk'it
such sweet semblance
shes
soft sheaths
sun'd
susurrating 'bout mine
i
feet from theirn
with mine frisbee
invested
foggy somber day
looking out over the pier
for maybe something someone
semblance of echo
deep inside to convince me
somehow i am not alone
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 6, 2019 for contest FIVES AND SEVENS (#3) sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
Did she smile to me?
Oh, I wish I could see,
But she hides her semblance
And ignores the importance
Of smiling in abundance.
How long her smile will last?
Oh, may the days are past,
but her smiles persist
Because a kiss I can’t resist
if our hearts together insist.
Passionate symbols symbolized
Theories theoretically theorized
The semblance of your semantics synchronized
What you mean to me I wish it could be
Televised worldwide, vividly seen through
The world’s eyes, Kalani Sheffield, you’re the
Passionate symbol, my soul has symbolized.
TIMING…
This is the best time
in my life because,
I’m living it,
and I’m most alive:
NOW!
Why would I want
a past with
prior knowledge to
live again
Or-
future unknowns?
At least there’s some
semblance of control,
because the “present”
allows choice.
“Live On!”
I’ve been here before in a
semblance of remembrance of
dutiful belongings for things
said, done, delivered, denied
truthed and lied——-glistening
in heart hopes of a rapturous
mind meld change to bliss
entities candid prophesies charged on a
Poised path to delightenment aplenty
serenity’s semblance on her lined face
as I stoop at the casket
to kiss her pallid cheek
5/29/2014
For Debbie Guzzi's Three Lines Are Fine Poetry Contest
Submitted Sept. 3, 2021
for the 'Kimo Form Old or New' Poetry Contest
of Constance La France
Night forages my thoughts
and the darkness weeps
shadows skirt the past
and I'm left with
emptiness and silence
the only semblance of life
are
footprints deep inside
I feel your presence
as the knife rips out my tongue
blood no longer drips
but scars
won't fade away
What in this dream invites
a constant ruse
That gently riles the
things that fuse
A thin razed smile, a semblance
fades
A rendered source of
twilight days
Ask them please and let me through
Inside for me, my days, my you
Of this I think
And thinking lies
This ink will dry
and dryness dies
Form:
Open fields
No farmer reaping corns
Eternal pastures
Bereft of grazers
Streets and avenues
Dead silence only broken by military convoys
Houses and apartments
Men hiding like mice
Schools and colleges
Momentary sirens
Graveyards and crematoriums
Bustling with the dead
That’s you, dear world, today
The path between myself and the distant man
00twists and turns.
We are converging. He has my hat and clothes,
my exactly semblance.
The figure is waving, in greeting,
or is it a warning?
Later I began to wonder
which of us made it home?
It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled
The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces
When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try