Short Sentimentality Poems

When it comes to the reality
Of dollars and cents,
They say it's sentimentality,
They must with dispense....

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The festivities 

The nauseous time of year 
When booze is handy
 Sentimentality 
Silly hats doesn`t touch me
Safe inside a fog of disbelief...

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In rivers of tears
a joy of having found you,
with words so sublime
such sentimentality
formatted in one’s own truth...
In your story i see you!

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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and dancing to the edge
again and again,
we watch with wonder
his startling grace
the profound 
sentimentality,
an almost common man
balanced on a unicyle
juggling humor,
and humanity....

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Strumming on my Guitar
Some hillbilly song
Simple harmony form
Style and roots in folk
Sometimes singing romance
Sentimentality
String accompanied song.

15.10.2020
‘Pleiades 2’ Contest
Music Genres: Country
Sponsor- Joseph May....

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seasons
of abrupt
            movement
and
appealing 
           beauty,
           proportion,
           structure-
no sentimentality
or
timidity..   
           symmetry
with
shapes

Found poetry 2+3 inspired by Hedges by Clare Leighton...

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Love should have its place among
those virtues that humans value,
but perfidious dudes scoff at
sentimentality!

What's the irony in this....
is it me that idiot
who shows his full devotion
by being faithful? 
   


Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci...

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is... gushing pink pillow
of floss, froth and nonsense
reaching new heights
to obtain its non-worth

Sentimentality -
the word leers in your ear-hole,
stupid and vain,
to rush sense away

Sentimentality -
the word veers towards vomit.

S e n t i m e n t a l i t y -
hard on the brain





5/20/2022...

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All this sentimentality. 
A sign I'm getting on?
Or have I always been that way?
Getting on, I mean. 

I cursed like an old bar keep
when I was only five. 
Killed my first bear
when I was only three. 

Or so they tell me. 
Seems even then my memory 
wasn't what it used to be. 
Excuse me my sentimentality. 

4/2/14...

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True feelings concealed craftily
beneath the saccharine sheathe,
toxic fantasy of self items fostered
by the colors of chameleon skin.

Sprawling spurious emotions,
pretentiously paraded skillfully,
away from the edge of reason,
epitomize the camouflaged ego.

____________

May 29, 2022
Contest : Sentimentality
Sponsored by : Julia Ward...

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a hardening mangosteen
with wounded white seeds
increasing into rotten arrogance
of monstrous'  velocity

sentimentality-
rises slowly to the skin
emitting cerebral poison
flavored with the sourest 
and most bitter condiments

as troubled being 
devours senseless hurt
sentimentality’s lava
flows drifting soul into sin


June 4, 2022      9.52am...

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Holding on to past flames
like hate for an enemy 
Drowning in what was said
more clingy to what was felt
You
the starring of my dreams
the best nightmare 
and still I am 
dedicating my heart to you 
I bleed through my pages 
In my thoughts of you
whilst you give love
to lovers more deserving 
and less to my own 
Damned I am
Stupid in mind 
Wishful
to still call you 
mine...

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First, an uneasy silence,
         then a definite maybe;
I hope it's just tipping
         the first domino for me;

perhaps I misunderstand,
         so I won't miscalculate;
she might not give her hand,
         but then it might be too late;

feeling ridiculous and silly,
         I fight off this stupid anxiety,
but I'm a mismatch against
        old-fashioned sentimentality!...

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Dusty Dreams

I lay here on the desk pondering my worth
nearby stark white pages slowly yellow.
I am but an instrument to fulfill their need
yet stoic in my sentimentality.  Dust
counts the weaving of nights into days
measures the shadows of a silenced muse
as we sit idle in the hope of its awakening.


©6/18/2019

YOUR CHOICE (10) PERSONIFICATION Poetry Contest
Brian Strand sponsor...

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Haiku and more
Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
By unforgiving life 

Haiku
Rain is decanting 
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty 

Haiku 
Rain chased by gust
A mad dance around corners 
A day fit for heroes 


 
The festivities 

The nauseous time of year 
When booze is handy
 Sentimentality 
Silly hats doesn`t touch me
Safe inside a fog of disbelief...

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The mind is hastened forth by
By the redolent sentimentality
Of the idea of heart,
While the soul languishes
Within the detritus of society
And every mention of God
Flows freely as vomit
Out from the guts of pontifs
Expousing the virtue of
Their enlightened experiences
In the trenches of the common wealth,
And devouring their own ability
To know you and me.

Take it away from them!
Give it to us!...

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Tanya 
kind, curious, silly and shy
sister of two brothers, much older than I
loves music, dancing, nature and Labradors
who hopes optimisically, ponders reflectively and hordes sentimentality
who fears not being remembered, man's moral decay and this progressive disease
who would like to see all the wonders of the world, peace among nations and honesty in all human faces
resident of life's flowing waters
Harrington

©  9-27-2012...

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For a second, my thoughts wonder
And this heart
Feels like its stopped beating
I'm under water
Struggling for breath
Who will occupy me
I'm falling

There is an ache, growing
A hollow tree
In a prosperous garden
Ive so much to say
But id rather not
Who wants to talk
If they've lost

Sentimentality is a foe
Playing violins
To imperfect moments
Making one final touch
The impossible desire
That chokes me
For the aftermath...

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Boo, hiss, spare me the phony sentimentality
Like you really think anyone gives a damn,
And, while you’re at it I say, sarcastically,
Get your side-glancing, eye-rolling response
Nothing so disgusts me as false gooeyness
That syrupy froth that freezes on demand, 
Accompanied by raw, unbridled saccharinity
Just one touch of your pure, unavoidable grace. 

Written May 22, 2022
For “Sentimentality” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward...

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I dream of the Ganges, and her gentle cleansing flow…and the Island Spirit with palm trees swaying, egrets on salty air, hula hips at moonrise and exotic mai tais. Motherhood, caves and caverns, enchanted forests. I latch onto her adventurous flora of fantasy and sentimentality. Riveting reverberations of a souper poet, Connie Marcum Wong, a kindred spirit.

10/20/2022
Short Connie Tributes - How did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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