Short Shrivel Poems
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dragging feeble feet
a silent walk to death's grasp
beaten under house
the last sigh escapes her lungs
whiskers shrivel as years pass
No matter how hard you may show
It will shrivel up in the snow
But don't take the word
Of a little bird
Because icicles grow and grow!
Once-green golden leaf
diverges from its high place
slowly falls to earth.
There it will dry and shrivel;
like your love for me did, why?
buzzing in our dreams
soft honeybee hum wakes us
we are kissed, seduced
our passion remnants in you ~
in yearning grief, we shrivel
without rainstorm wilts
leaves of lantana shrivel
and the buds close up
I was told it’s the weather
uplift when grandson waters
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fall
is spring
in reverse
green leaves, bud bursts,
shrivel to brown, red,
tumble down and crumble
making pastel collage
dabbles of purple
orange, yellow
scattered in
lovely
daubs
The stars to charm the dark are winking
And sleeping birds in twos cuddling
Softly fresh dew kiss shrivel grasses
Interlock in a tango are the palm trees
As gentle wind whisper them love ode
But, with a dead night I lay down cold!
Mirror, Mirror
You help me see
myself clearer.
Sometimes I shrivel
back at the sight.
Sometimes I smile
at how I'm
complimented by the light.
You are one of the things
I count on
to tell the truth.
Even if you
show my
fading youth.
Form:
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
Tears have brimmed just beneath
a facade I afford humanity.
Held at bay with fragile strength,
weakened by emotional casualty.
Pain, anger. I unravel.
Elements of personality lost.
I feel my essence shrivel.
Patience like an angry sea, storm tossed.
Why do I even try if all I do is lie?
Is it wrong to squander a life?
Is it wrong to shrivel up, consumed by strife
I see the faces of those I counted on
I remember them, but I’m already gone
Maybe it’s time to enter the beast, kill or be killed, the fighting does not cease
I’d rather have the satisfaction of not having regrets.
Rather than chasing false hope in the form of delusion.
I will give you my dignity.
In exchange for sanity.
So that I don’t have to be locked away any longer.
And I can shrivel into the alley once more.
The ink has dried, musings shrivel
Inspiration flow dead
Words we form, puerile drivel
Emotes best left unsaid
We wish to but cannot
Bound in a narrow slot
Ego thought comes to naught
Our time we bide
The ink has dried
13-March-2022
Quietus
never do you stop and think
as you shrivel up and slowly shrink
with each sip of that dastardly devils drink
that the meat so tender and so yellowish pink
was something that could once see and blink
a somewhat someone who's heart did sink
when that night you prowled the dark precinct
Around is a blur, constantly in motion
Set in the center without emotion
Everything alive but the bare ground I stand
Flowers only to shrivel in the palm of my hand
Bitter taste turn to ash
The life before gone in a flash
Empty where I once was whole
Never to forgive Him who took my soul
Can we abdicate
thoughts that agitate,
which shrivel our soul,
burning like hot coal?
To whom do thoughts come,
that veil God’s kingdom,
shrouding divine light,
making day like night?
In-dwelling this form,
invite bliss pulse warm
to throb in each pore,
whilst keeping no score!
01-May-2022
There is no integrity to the happiness I’ve built.
Like a tree whose roots spread with momentum.
Only to tangle and then poison.
To shrivel- or maybe snap.
Happiness feels so lonely sometimes.
Is happiness permanent?
I find myself pursuing a disaster.
To counteract this senseless joy.
belief is the end
of your awareness
inching snails shrivel
mango groves pregnant
awareness is foolish perfect
mystery of trinity worshiped
black or white blood
is red and warm
today is the
beginning of to
morrow and the
end of yesterday
the end
absconding thoughts
i am forty my
mother
confessed
Form:
I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters.
(a Four-verse Cinquain)
Parched
red roses
bow their heads
in pain filled surrender,
finished.
Faded
holly hocks
give up hope,
too sad to care,
colorless.
Wilted
sweet peas
loose their talons,
shrivel, curl in sorrow,
die.
Healthy
white pine
sucks up moisture
and grants no mercy,
thrives.
I absolutely hate it when I write drivel
I’m thinking my brain is starting to shrivel,
And nothing coming out of it appears civil
Writer’s block is making my head swivel,
Perhaps I’ll take a fetal position and snivel,
Right now, I’m feeling incredibly superficial!
written December 24, 2021
Drinking water is
A necessity in life
And without water
Our bodies will shrivel
Up and die
But is the water
Clean and clear
That we’re drinking or
Is faucet water doing
More harm than good
Is what they’re putting
Inside the water
Causing dementia
Because it has become
To common for the human race
A person’s mind is their life
What happens to a broken heart?
Does it shrivel and shrink like toes under water?
Or blister and break apart—
Like sunburns getting ever hotter?
Does it feel crushed like a battered rock by the sea?
Or bleed like a wound—
That soon ceases to be?
Maybe it painfully crumbles
Like a man hit by a sharp spear...
Or does it simply disappear?
World wide poverty for us all please
We groan. We march. We kick. We stomp and wheeze.
World wide fairness for all of us please.
We shrivel. We shake. We taunt and we tease.
World wide humor for you and me both.
Let us take the pledge. Let us swear the oath.
Life has to be fair. We need to take turns.
We better each other. We crash and we burn.
pooling below my sodden toes,
droplets
tumbled
toward
the
earth.
blemished ground,
painted in cloud blood.
mighty cumulonimbus has lost-
his wisps shrivel into stars.
moonlight
embraces
the
joyous
land.