Short Shoves Poems
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cackling creepy cantankerous caustic crone
frightfully ferocious, fanatical, and I’m all alone
I hide in a boot, going as far as I dare go.
She shoves in her foot. Immediate woe!
No slugs
No shrugs
Kisses
Not near misses
Or dismisses
But real embraces
No traces
Of sad faces
No shoves
Just real hugs
With your loves
Hugs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
6/1/20
History written in pencil is easily erased,
but crayon is forever. Emilie Autumn
THE MODEL
staged and statuesque
the model upon his desk
he takes liberty
for granted, shoves her to side
she falls off with his pencil
2/12/2022
Lightly touching leaf of a lilac
a ladybug sunned herself delicately
dainty and demure, hurting no one
Yellow lily strived to make herself tempting
Bug gave her a nod, and a wink
Understanding there were more flowers to visit
Gave lilac a healthy good-bye before she shoved off
The Wind, Its So Alive, by Davieo David Rothchild
The Wind
It shoves
It dives
It screams
It cries
It Lies
It blasts
It laughs
It farts
It spooks
It ambushes
It roars
It fights
It dances
It Prances
It Rides
The Wind
Its so alive!
The Wind, Its So Alive, by Davieo David Rothchild
LOVE shoves us into glistening meadows,
Of unimaginable warmth, where ecstasy glows
LOVE also leads us to teary graves,
Of uncontainable darkness, where pain enslaves
So, teenage girls trotting over,
To find the four leaf clover
I say, leave love to the absolute brave
‘cuz, It’s more than just a fluttering rave!
Form:
A wave hits a nine-year-old me
Boogie-boarding in Torrance beaches
with my father and my best friend.
It pushes my head underwater and shoves
a bucket’s worth of sand into my throat.
I wish I had the endurance of a football fish
at the bottom of the ocean.
Pressure great enough to suffocate, but
continuing to breathe regardless.
My heart yet pounds to a still
For prophecy, not poetry
If the stalker shoves not our earth
With just one drop of pity,
And if this life promises to wait,
By Christmas dancing lights
I shall once again brew some wine
While my soul plays Santa
But this Nibiru...this Nibiru
A heartless plot, a museless poet
This Nibiru...a nameless planet X.
erotic red!
colored
partially unclad
barely a reveal
a pole dancer
standing provocatively
exposes the mold
dances the wall
on the lap of the paint
peeled raw to the grain
she tugs at your groin
rattles your pallet
revs the engine of your pristine thoughts
shoves your brain into the ground
erotic read!
the shock
72% of the inhabitants of Israel
Approve of Netanyahu's treatment of
the people of Gaza
One supposes their TV shoves the same
horror as we see
It is as the people of Israel are beset by
an inner truth that destroys their soul
and lead them into self-destruction
For, we need a long spoon when
dealing with Israel
Slow moves
Need shoves
Mood’s pause
Mind toast
Long yawns
Tears shown
Star dusts
Float fast
Leaned chest
Bed rest
Black out
Knock out
Feb. 15, 2022 3:02pm
-Just a try of footle poem
A STRAND (1074)
Contest Judged: 2/15/2022 3:13:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Place 1
the ANGRY world of cars
one pushes, one shoves
in the hurry of love
confiscate those ORNERY horns
trade them in for ANGEL wings
fly around them, wave goodbye
lukewarm oil won’t do the trick
keep the headlights burning BRIGHT
not a BEEP BEEP world of fight
remember cars don’t drive themselves
the SOUL resides under the hood
be a good neighbor, yield RIGHT
4/11/2018
The spool of twine grows thicker
with the winding up of days,
the garden vines, yellowed, hug the ground;
the air, intoxicated with over ripened fruit,
grows loud with strident voices, the insects' final song.
The cooled night breeze shoves us gently toward the fire
and the love-large harvest moon bends low to kiss her dying child.
Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his cock
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
05/06/17
He takes off her clothes,
and pushes her on her bed,
she trys to scream,
noone hears her,
he kisses her,
and runs his hands over her,
She trys to escape,
but he is to strong,
she shoves his main hood in,
and starts pounding her hard,
she yells get off,
but he just slaps her,
he finishes and gets off,
telling her to not tell or she will pay,
she curls in a ball,
wondering what she did to desserve this.
Form:
He stomps down the path!
Oh how I feel his wrath!
He screams at me!
I'm about to pee!
He shoves me down a hole!
Oh how he dances on the telephone pole!
Flirts with every girl he sees!
Please Badaway, don't touch me!
He is the bully of high school!
How he thinks he is soooo cool!
He weighs two o' eight.
Oh how he used me for his manly bait!
I hate him, don't you see!
Why won't anyone listen to me?!?!
Artists give birth, male of female;
we have this ever-churning womb;
embedded in the restless blood,
a gravid ghost in the gut and groin
that seeks to be born.
It is a pre-life more alive then its parent.
That blind infant pushes through all flesh
it howls, it shoves, it kicks
until something appears in this world
as a tangible child - an appendage,
as one more monstrously revealing angel
of our illegitimate selves.
For the thrill of the high or for reasons arcane
A girl from the suburbs shoves a needle up her veins
But her parents send her off to rehab
For a second chance at sanity to grab
To find joy instead of pain
She had been off the stuff for quite a while
Trying to give up a destructive lifestyle
But she was haunted by the ghosts of the past
And took one more trip on a heroine blast
But this journey, would be her last.
Once upon a time I was a little girl.
Once upon a time I used to dane and twirl.
Once upon a time I knew true joy.
Once upon a time I had a little boy.
Once upon a time I was madly in love.
Once upon a time I got tired of pushes and shoves.
Once upon a time all my goodness disappeared.
Once upon a time my head finally cleared.
Once upon a time I began to understand,
That my peace and happiness relied on me, and no man.
Form:
She shuts her eyes.
They called it sleep.
They shut the door.
They extinguished the lights.
At 3am.
she awakens.
Her body deceased,
she could not move.
She notices herself,
dancing with the devil.
He claps his hands.
He grins at her.
Suddenly he cackles.
She stops to glance.
She sees his face.
His eyes like death,
looks like her friend.
he shoves her down.
She cracks her neck.
He smirks at her,
then strolls away.
In the rust drain,
She sweeps memories,
Revolting white froth,
Effervescent with fast time
and alkaline bruises
too slow to catch up.
On rustic terracotta,
She walks with pricked feet,
That foam, it recurs in tides
and spreads all over
like spilt milk on spoilt food.
And she shoves her bruises,
The nostalgic nightmares
through the drain,
She’ll cleanse her rustic terracotta
But she doesn’t know,
The foam will come again.
My arms onced embraced your love
But then you grew a coldness for me
I watched you hug your friends and smile
But for me there was a declaration
that you didn't like my smell
I tried to hold you in my arms
against shoves and pushing back
Whatever happened to our love
the days where interlocked hands existed
Now we are seperated
and my open arms give way to open space
I love you and miss you so so much
Will we ever hug again?
It runs low off the moors,
when it gets to this blustering brink,
it shoves and ropes, it punches eyes.
When it sweeps this ledge
it bites like a viper, it's voice
forged in whirlpools of chaos.
My legs tremble in a corkscrew tug of war.
Gust-mobed clouds crush molecules of fear.
Rain hacks and mauls.
This raw wind has me by the throat;
now all the non-rooted must sink or float,
or be delivered down to the deep dale
and a more sheltering sky.
She begs him to come back.
He is packing his things.
She threatens to kill herself.
He laughs.
She runs after him and tries to pull him out of the car.
It is not over! She yells as he shoves her away.
The neighbors have seen this before.
True love for about six weeks and then this.
It is her pattern.
They recognize it and know why.
She smothers you, not giving you any space.
She starts toward their houses, and they run inside and lock their doors.
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The sky bruises purple—a ripe plum dropped
on concrete. Tin roofs flap like trapped birds.
First fat drops smack dust into coin-sized stains.
Then the deluge: gutters choke on leaf-pulp.
Wind shoves trees sideways; they bow, green hair
whipped sideways. A plastic chair tumbles past,
legs kicking empty air. Thunder cracks its knuckles
overhead. Power lines hum a warning hymn.