Short Shrieks Poems
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above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
~ Halloween scene ~
eyes feline, darkness
pierce... cries, shrieks... hell's bedlam loosed...
earth's hair stands on end
A Game of Thrones can break some bones
With shrieks and groans and sexy moans
But none can compare
With My Lady Fair
D. Lilah Jones' erotic zones!
fire brigade siren shrieks in the town
fire raging in my heart
pray, a shower of rain.
~Contest: Kimo
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas
The streams where poohsticks once were raced
now flow into memory's embrace
out grocery-shopping
with her mom. she shrieks with joy...
mom picked up ice-cream
Date written: 10/14/2019
Through busy April clouds
The shrieks of magpies sound
A rainbow black and white
They hide their finds in highest trees
Making their finest bridal nest
When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who went peacefully in his sleep
and not like the passengers in his car who all died screaming horrific shrieks.
Sam wailed their tale to moist hands
“being cooked wasn't in my plans”
pumpkin slapped her cheeks
“time to stop your shrieks
your dripping tears on the pans.”
ASH
you poke and stare
a wildfire glare
in melting shrieks
I turn and burn
away till all
that’s left
is ash
© Kim van Breda—22 October 2015
Form:
The winter has honed its attack.
“I'm freezing!” my butt shrieks alack,
as up climb the freezes
from toes passed the knees-es.
It's so cold my foreskin grew back!
12/30/18
I went out for a walk along the beach
Didn't know that I was exposing my cheeks
Bikini bot dropped off
When I had a few coughs
Couldn't feel a thing, but I heard the loud shrieks.
"Porcelain Patty" is as white as a dish
With the sexiest body a man could wish
A real treat to cuddle
(She sleeps on the puddle)
But shrieks to High Heaven when two bodies squish!
The ghost in the castle’s recesses
So frightened the lads and their lasses
With his shrieks and his moans
And with horrible groans;
“I’m just trying to find my damn glasses!”
re-post inspired by Constance contest
No 5
Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze;
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas.
Crystalline was created by American poet Denis Garrison
He's all done
unwrapping
his requested gift
from Santa
and his face
explodes with bliss!
Shrieks and jumps
for joy ensues
He's on happy child!
Date written: 12/01/2019
I sense a Napoleon complex
As Joe the canary his wings flex
He stretches tall and proud
Squawks and shrieks really loud
At the Seagull who has huge, huge pecs
SHE
divinely framed
pure&loving,
moves,
such delight
HER
shrieks&sighs
beguile
smiles,like
the sun
I
loiter&look
tormented,
craving never
satisfiers
a passion
once begun
One end of a mule is certain to reek
Its alternative end whinnies and shrieks
A mule may let go
So you'd better know
Which end will just speak ~ and which spreads its cheeks
From inside a locked room with walls strong and stout
Come shrieks and the sounds of scratching about.
The people downstairs
Don't know what's in there
But make sure that it never gets out.
Slide shrieks in anguish
Nearing dog-whistle domain
Then he makes it cry...
('Layla' - Derick and the Dominos - Written and sung by Eric Clapton - featuring the late
Duane Allman on slide guitar)
I may be an *******
and what makes this contest so hard for me
is I don't know if it stinks worse than it shrieks sirens
or shrieks more than it stinks compost.
Dilemma unresolved.
Thanks for listening.
Please don't do that, it's really quite weird
Don't make those noises, it twitches my ears
Reminds me of Dracula
Or an angry tarantula
Emitting strange shrieks from the end that's rear
Polka-dot percussion points,
through a dusk cloud-less, and roof-less,
where the good ol' pale astral plane chills.
There's an entrance, build.
The social agglomerate
shrieks for more, in a festive way.