Short Sharp Poems
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Microscopic cuts
Snaps with a gentle twisting
Grass unknown terror
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/18/2009
beaware that we care
as the ocean
as its in motion
its not heavenly
bad under the sea
for this reason
its
SHARP SEASON
When Jesus Christ was, "Sir Come Sized"
His mum said, "That was ill-advised!
In a pinch
One more inch
Can certainly be organised!"
a sharp two-edge blade
cuts too quick for pound of flesh-
sly parry of wit
leaves assailant floundering
for razor sharp comeback slice
Sharp Words
By Miracle Man
September 30, 2021
Words have great power,
like arrows from a bow string.
So speak them softly.
Tempered be thy heart
Strengthened in the forge of life
Love is double edged
When wielded one must use care
Not to cut on the back swing
If sharp words always make you feel someone had slit the source of your breath, what makes you think that you can survive the strongest storm?
January 21, 2023
POND
looks fun
after school
chasing silly boys
sitter mom watches me
scraping my knee on sharp rocks
“Tomboys get hurt less than some girls”
? The cherishable olive branch,
suffusing the ornamental path
fills a shining ,glorious Pond..
You begged so pretty.
You bled so easy.
You mistook my knife for a hand.
You held it.
Don't blame my heart for being sharp.
Why call it love?
I never promised that.
Blunt and sharp, are two types of humour.
Sharp humour striking as an acute knife.
If after show you will find body of a viewer,
It's means, your humour, no doubt, pretty fine!
Cupid thought she was rather blunt
when he surveyed her bottom and front
she defiled with a razor
after wielding a taser
incised his stupid macho affront
27th February 2021
Happy natal day, Sister Ging,
The wind that blows is so gentle;
The birds in the air chirp and sing,
The short sharp sound they want to tell.
Topic: Birthday of Ging Natal (March 14)
Have a sharp wit
In order to forge ahead
Focus on your studies
Brighten your world instead
Have that strong will
Continue to aim high
Always believe that you can soar
Reach for the sky
beware, soft petals
beneath those smooth fragrant lips
sharp thorns lie waiting.
(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Bitter tongues of tunes so vast ~
Sharp teeth kissing words that last -
Eating flesh off broken bones ~
Building caskets with Domes -
No scars you may see ~
Hidden within the internal me -
Once owned the knowledge
That one needed to acquire
To seize the breast of happiness
Year upon year striving
For her unmistakable taste
Descending to a universal death
First shaking America a century ago
his schnozzle was delicate, in tune, sharp, and fine
he could decipher bread, cupcakes and white zin wine
smelled jelly fingerprints on Las Vegas dice
annoyingly, he also smelled lots of horrible mice
sharp-eyed you peeled my face
and my body
so sour-tasted me revealed
it was unconditional surrender to your authority
of disposing me in trash box
you yet gobbled up me
and served me your gastric acid
A lonely white boy wields a sharp stick
scratching initials into tree bark
his name echoing throughout the empty forest, as the
whoops of a more savage breed of sons
from eons long past
creep into his ears.
A-llow
S-harp
I-ntellect
T-o
K-eep
U-p
M-ind's
A-pt
R-easoning
S-o
A-im
N-ever
Y-ields
A-bstraction
L-ater
Topic: Birthday of poet Asit Kumar Sanyal (January 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Sea school is fraught with fear
Of bloodthirsty sharks' sneer,
Governed by jungle law -
Might of the mammoth jaw.
One only protocol -
If you slow down and stall,
The winner eats it all!
March 15, 2022
Your sharp eyes glittered
Twinkling in my mind
I gazed at the stars
And could not count them
But your eyes are constant
The same to me
Always gleaming
Begging to be unfolded
Charmed by the ones
Who look into them
Form:
My sharp mind is working
Just fine
She sends me
Different messages
I am not young anymore
But I am
Young at heart
The messages
I get from my sharp mind
I write down in my computer
And I use it to write
My beautiful poems
I WANT TO CARVE
YOUR NAME
RIGHT IN MY SKIN
SO I CAN FEEL YOU
HERE
TO REMEMBER
I BELONG
TO YOU
THESE WOUNDS
YOU INFLICT
STILL FRESH
CLEAR CUT
PRECISE
THIS DESIRE
TURNED TO HATE
WORDS CAN PIERCE YOU
MARK ME
I'M YOURS.
2006