Short Shriveling Poems

shriveling towers
serpent cheering- mobs rejoice
fisher woman cries...

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the dust of autumn
blossoms shriveling, leaves dry
seeds thrive underground

April 25, 2020

Jenish Somadas, Let the Pens Flow, Haiku contest...

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Here I am again,
A forgotten friend. 
Wishing I could be
Important to you,
As you were to me.

Now you love him...
Life's paradigm 
is shriveling,
blackened to char.

You are there,
He, with you.
I am lost.

Missing.
Wishing.

Gone....

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Loud passion dampened
Lovers lay in the debris
Drifted apart in mutual hush,
Silence screams, as once before 
Fragile skin burning in the light
Intimacy, shriveling in face of beautiful women
The lunas no longer love
Wings shriveled and crawling to the shadows...

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A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.

When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween....

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Imperfection deep inside
shatters my bandaged soul.
Shadows descend my listless mind-
Sorrow seeps into my heart;
	My spirit trickles out.

Slowly my soul is shriveling-
powerless to ebb the flow,
useless to everyone,
ignored by the world;
	My spirit has bled out.

No where left to turn-
at the end of my rope-
strangled by hopeless dreams-
all alone in my life;
	Darkness fills the void....

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It is still that night.

It is forever that night.

All you remember

is a party          a party

& you stoned

               not knowing

it would be forever

                        forever

like a granite cliff

above a river

immense in your shriveling—

fetus-like they say—

a reverse of birth

a slow dying

                       dying

to faint

               deadly

department store music....

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I gather up my words
	barbs that have missed a target
		strewn about rose-like
			………..in beauty’s shriveling death

Inert objects …..injected….infected -
	 a self inflicted suffering -
		dulled daggers of despair
			…………..thrust into the soul of speech

This gathering of words
	aching to be free
		to plunge the bloodied pen
			………………into an unlined emptiness



©5/21/2018

theme – A gathering up my words

Let Your Pen Drip – Poetry Contest

Sponsor – Broken Wings...

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