Short Sharply Poems

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Premium Member Silent Flights of the Owl-

~acute hearing site 
vision sharply hooked beak the 
flight of owl silent~

2/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Dog


Don’t ever doubt their unwavering loyalty,
Omnipresent in their prolific pedigree,
Gifted with smell sensors acting sharply.
Form: Acrostic

Neither Nor

Truth thrives in contradiction
  the difference sharply honed

A neither nor redemption
  as zero-sum is known

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member OH CLUCK

The turkey awoke, heard knives sharply clickin'
then muttered a phrase that made my blood quicken
said I'm sorry to say
that just for today
I'll be identifying as a plump chicken
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Flaws

Number 3:

FLAWS



Bear this and that swift wave
Law follows law promptly
Control corrupts to save
Flaw covers flaw sharply




Leon a Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore
Form: Epigram


Familial Shadows

Dullness settles sharply, without warning;
The words are gone, as if they'd never been.
There is but acquiescent pain at the loss.
It is left now to wait
For the familial shadows to pass.
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member How Many Cardinals Can Appear In One Day

How many cardinals can appear in one day?
I relish the pinks, the reds, their feathered heads
A robin flies in, landing sharply on a little branch
Shaking the bird feeder, making the world smile

Strawbewrry Rain

Gentle as a razor,
her words cutting deep
Robbing tomorrow 
of yesterday’s sleep
Her voice rising sharply
to greet the new pain
A bleeding Madonna
—in strawberry rain

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Form: Rhyme

Duty Done

Warily watching, panning.
One meercat sharply scanning,
Gallantly guarding buddies
From all the big bad hoodies.
Falcons flying, cats hunting,
sneaky snakes, wild boars grunting.
Duty done, feeding time fun!

Premium Member Her Terror

Through a veil of anxiety, sharply cuts her moan of terror. Alone, her expelling breath reveals the place where she is hiding. Across the room again the sound- - a playful mouse scurrying.
Form: Sijo

Premium Member For Your Consideration

Please
please
don't let
sound minds be
taken in. Programmed
from an early age, it's likely
to feel so much like the truth that it's never questioned.
Experienced minds must sharply explore; future lives depend on old ones' new thinking.
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member night hunter

his eyes shine sharply
as he hunts tonight
	raw rodent his rare delight

flying high he stalks his prey
as every night
	in his happy hunting flight

he glides with bold confidence
wielding his talons of might
	a greedy gourmand
Form: Haiku

Premium Member FORGOTTEN INTENTIONS

FORGOTTEN INTENTIONS
a
 sense
    of
      the
surreal
contrasting
           sharply 
in
immobile
    apathy
      surround
well-versed
elements
  of 
     vitality 
in
three
  dimensional
context
..unopened
Form: Verse

Premium Member Chrysalis

A Crimson sun slowly shrinks sharply midst of Ocean of parch moans thrive and emerge chrysalis harsh world flaunt slow wings flap the hope sparkling the poise grace pride
Written: March 21, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Shroud of Dusk

Dusk fell velvety maroon when blue thrush whistled sharply, at cool death of afternoon, when teal stars glittered starkly. In silk moon rays, green grass stirred; and the red world turned darkly. Natural beauty observed.
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Form: Verse

Premium Member Streams of Silence

"Streams of Silence" quiet thoughts suspended in dramatic dance evading sounds of audible utterance lost in trance sharply thrusting deeply felt as a lovers lance. *For Black Eyed Susan's Silence Contest. *August 12, 2012.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Pictures of the Past

Pictures of the past,
dusty and forgotten with
dim faces, sounds, and places.
They suddenly appear
on the screen of my mind and
contrast sharply
with the reality of today,
which soon – oh so soon – becomes
pictures of the past,
dusty and forgotten.

Premium Member REVIVED ASPIRATIONS

REVIVED ASPIRATIONS
sharply
 sensitive 
agendas
     uncover
attitudes
in 
  contradictions
link
 traditional
beliefs
&
inform
thinking
    relating
specifically
     whilst
arguing
 supremely
&
succinctly 
   in
illustrated 
pictorials
Form: Verse

Four Lines

If only i could say in four dramatic lines words not out of joint
 filled with all those soul searching dreams and hopes that ramble in my head
 four lines that could be quick and short and sharply reaching point
but alas, I laid down my pad and pen instead.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Farce Goes On

Makeup never hides the truth
the camera sees it all
Sharply focused through the pain
each mask a futile pall

As clowns embrace the actor’s fears
in painted frozen smiles
The farce goes on in word and song
—a masquerades denial

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Form: Rhyme

To the Crows

FINE BLACK FREINDS  ON THE WING  SWOOPING INTO MY BACKYARD  ONE STAYS IN THE TREE  FOR SURE TO OVERSEE  OR HECKLE HIS FREINDS FROM AFAR   SWIFTLY I PART MY WHITE CURTAINS  SO AS TO GET A BETTER VIEW   STARTLED THEY FLY  SO SHARPLY AND SO HIGH  AS THEY CIRCLE BACK TO VISIT ME ANEW
Form:

Premium Member reindeer fly a new hybrid

Biologists and zoologists from Tokyo to Berlin worked on a new hybrid.
Unaware she was unique to the world, reindeerfly zoomed in the night sky.
Her hooves were sharply pointed, her wings were delicate said Fred.
Botanists and chemists were in awe, in disbelief as we saw her fly by.
Form: Rhyme

Through My Window

It was a mystery
That I could witness
Your astounding beauty, yet
Only hidden in the shadows
You gaze upwards
Moonlight captures reflection
It dances and delights, ripples
My breath catches sharply
My heart skipping beats
With a melodious infinity
At the lake through my window

Her Eyes

Her eyes looking deep through darkness past
Beyond the curtain of  sorrow's cast,
The pain of wounds sharply cut,
Sees the life and gave hope to a soul stuck
A man lost in dispair, 
and shrouded in failures smoke
Chocked, gasping for breath, 
Taking the last kick of a dying horse.

Premium Member Over the Curved Horizon

Listen to poem:
I see the horizon is not straight. 
It curves down at its ends, 
keeping the future pending, 
just out of reach, 
beyond the cliff's edge. 
It bends sharply, like water does. 
It refracts the line of expectation
into a sudden change of direction, 
tilting destiny to fall its way.

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