Short Shriveled Poems
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a kiss in Spring --
the first drop of rain
on the shriveled leaf
quenching Spring --
the first drop of rain
on my shriveled soul
If Elvis hadn't known about blue suede shoes
~ would his hips have shriveled
Human skeleton
shriveled body, blackened lungs
just yesterday, young...
Pleading, his final request
gasping: One last cigarette
change is not stubborn
as is a long-shriveled hand~
c’est la vie bygone
A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.
The evening-warriors chuckled ---
But the day-warriors fussed.
A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.
Sully had a downright dirty toe
She scrubbed it ‘til it was aglow.
It shriveled and it coughed.
Then it promptly fell off.
At the end of my marigold row.
immoral north winds
locking jaws on shriveled souls-
sun starved perdition
becharmed arctic breeze
winter’s kiss exalting hearts-
moon drenched nirvana
Scratch away at my soul
Rip off my skin
To uncover what lies beneath
Blood, crimson and copious
Bone, white and whittled
Heart, shattered and shriveled
Love, gruesome and gone
Form:
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as days fade to night
the season blights to winter
dearth of light brings haggard chills
landscape bedraggled
shriveled to black then bleached white
cries ice tears then hibernates
I have seen them
Near the distant bush
Shriveled carcasses
Slightly gnawed
Partly “eaten”.
I have not seen - “IT”
And worry
About “IT’s”
Dining habits.
John G. Lawless
©5/23/2023
Freezing my peeper off, almost fell on the floor
Caught it in time before it rolled out the door
Was trying to escape
Says it's abused outta shape
Used to be lengthy, now shriveled and short
At times I used to think life
was a luscious bowl of grapes
but since, in many weeks and months,
we haven't seen the sun ~
I've fundamentally shriveled up,
my mind's become a raisin.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am not one of you.
You dance, careless in your shriveled affairs.
Pride lost its purpose.
What did you care?
Danger is a pastel moment,
Only lived through the eyes of children.
Accented by rules
Meant to be broken.
Form:
Trump and Seminal Vesicle
Should see Trump's seminal vesicle
Has shriveled up just like his testicle
When you have heard his vernacular
Would think they were spectacular
Might be a dreamer who is mystical.
Jim Horn
a sea of luscious buds -
pink promises
ready to burst into bloom.
That night,
the freeze came,
withered the petals
to shriveled brown remains
But is this sadder
than never to have budded
at all?
April 12, 2018
In March I asked the daffodil
What secrets it might hold
And like the loose-lipped lily
The flower gladly told
Now December’s icy breath
Shudders the shriveled rose
And I do not dare to ask it
For fear of what it knows.
Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.
Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way
Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday
Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said.
Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead.
they say
i
am fixed
cold
born
under the sign
of
aquarius
intellectual
why
do
i
keep
a
tinfoil wrapped
chocolate
tulip
that
my
wife
threw
in
the
trash
and
a shriveled
apple
given
from
a friend
who
died
Form:
I live in shadow,
a sweet sunflower
sown on the dark side
of your selfish need
to dominate each
spot of joy.
Stunted
and shriveled
my bloom is thwarted,
your need for nectar
to keep your black soul
satisfied
leaves me nearly dead.
I desire not to see you shriveled up like a prune
Absent with no promise unable to conquer the moon
Just knowing it was my sin looking through your eyes
If blame is who I need to find, look in the mirror
He would be easier to find then you may ask him why
Withered the grapevines,
Consumed by wine connoisseurs.
Dust settles around what could have been.
A glorious monument shriveled with sin.
Sun scorthing the earth. Nothing shall live.
The most powerful fist, hand open to give.
Remains clenched at the site.
For you to forgive.
Trees lose their parched lips--
shriveled, cracked and bleeding.
Leaving behind gentle kisses on frozen ground.
Rich hues of autumn
but I'm left me color blind.
On this pitch dark afternoon,
I feel my way across a dying city,
climb into bed, and sleep.
I dream of sunlight.
Rapturous youth and tranquil prime,
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine,
Her flabby shriveled breast,
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!!
Form:
A soft breeze blows a leaf
It scuttles and scurries across the porch
Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf
Dead, yet still able to move in the wind
I can hear another hearty gale from the west
I wait for the leaf’s next performance
As she slides across the porch my puppy chases her