Short Shed Poems
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That shed you made,
It was cold, and bitter.
You used our oak,
My oak,
For your,
Own reasoning.
[Work in progress]
A Time to Shed
Dull, milky, blue eyes
Molting snake crawls out of skin -
Dawn of a new day
Thor hurls
His hammer
Through this
Wicked wind
That make
This heaven
Shed her skin
When touching
Light inside
Your soul, again
The tears he never shed
Were trapped within his heart
In sorrow and pain he bled
Even when he was torn apart
His eyes remained dry from the start
A storm is brewing
out here at sea
The lighthouse should be shining
a way for me
All is dark
and all is dead
There is no hope
for no light is shed
dark, musty old shed
in the far corner of the school playground
another recess
transfixed
by the dark texture of the wood
all at once
alone
and home
This tear I cry
It is not just for me
For this tear I do not
Shed but release
And that which we release
Is a freedom shared
Forgiveness travels
An eternity….
Many Tears Seemed To Have Shed
So many tears seemed to be shed,
After sadly found dead in his bed;
Did realize,
A surprise;
Obituary about him we had read.
Jim Horn
Imagine you were a ball if you could
Being whacked by a long piece of wood
Pain would be severe
Can balls shed tears
Probably less painful than used as firewood
cookie here
biscuit across the pond
toilet for us
is loo for them
our schedule
is their shed shull
we both speak English
but I can barely understand their version of it
How could I forget this, behind the bike shed... my first kiss.
Entry for
My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl.
7/9/2020
My love for you is shedding away
Alike the smooth blonde
From atop my head
My thoughts of you are shedding away
Alike the salted tears
Running down my cheeks
Before i lay for bed
Back,heavy weight of sorrows
In debt to all sufferings
What’s rescue,where to go for remedy?
No weep,come here a friendship,worship to his lordship
Go,go for good to God tear shed!
Be afraid of his power
mightier than the hour
beckoning from above
heavens shed his love
so high and almighty
no other real diety
he will always be the one
belief is true father and son
What good is weeping
after the fact
The time to shed tears
is when passion's intact
When the romance has fled
and your sweetheart's attacked
Crying your eyes out's
a suicide pact
Another
Blinding
Creepy
Deep
Everlasting
Freak
God-forbidden
Hidden
Inside
Just
Kindling
Life-stopping
Mother-ship
Never
Oppose
Precious
Quizzing
Ravenous
Scary
Top-dollar
U.F.O
Vans
With
X-ray
Yodeling
Zingers
Rico, Connie, Milt
their passing gives us pause
We are all of us subject
to universal, immutable laws
Prayers are read
tears shed
Our lives here more sober
when colleagues' are over
Rain on the tin roof sounded
Lullaby; and I fell asleep
While grandma's Victrola played
"Pharaoh's army got drownded.
O Mary don't you weep";
And I was no longer afraid.
Sweet sound drowned out
My fear and doubt.
Looks askance
does Western man
when he sees
an African
Revenge he fears
for damage done
No tears shed ~
for truth he shuns
I’ve got my life right, with God you see,
if I was to die, go ahead and bury me.
I’m not there, here is why,
I shed my skin, so I could fly.
And fly I did, right out of there,
will I see you again, some time, some where.
Drink a beer, shed a tear, tremble in fear
For the good ‘ole US of A, my dear
Will Mamdani save us all
Or consign us to free fall
Lenin and Stalin both ready to cheer
A tear is shed momentarily
It falls from a closed eyelid
Descends towards
the concrete ground
with rapid speed
And splatters into
a splotched shape
A second tear
descends down the
cheek but is quickly
wiped away with
a damp sleeve.
Shackles from our past suddenly shed
When we face the demons in our head
Courageously conquering the mystery
Of what was rooted deep in our history
The slate wiped clean for a fresh start
As gifted the key to unlock our heart
bluish seagulls encroach
the greenish out fields of
torture bestowing the lamented
souls pickled thoughts
bizarre regiments of
curious wants bombarding
the elements of vernacular needs
i shed tears of blood
on your decorated tomb
Form:
SHED NOT
Shed not tears
He is there to invite you
His palace is overwhelming with glee and peace
Come and enjoy in his hands
Fear not
Life is great and enormous
There are a lot of ways and means to travel
Just come forward to reach the peak