Short Singled Poems
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My brain chain-smokes your name, lingering like Autumn's song.
Cynthia Alvez
September 1, 2012
8:53 P.M.
Contest Singled Out
bright leaves adorn the trees - the swallows’ empty nests above our door
For Debbie Guzzi's Singled Out Poetry Contest
Tested,
hunted,
singled,
chased,
cornered,
lashed,
to fatality,
he wanted to be away,
but they got their way,
and pulled out life's last ray.
The desperate witch took her last breath over an empty grave
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Singled Out" contest
Cry not for me as night slips...my ashes wander among herbs and moonlight.
. ....... .
Singled Out Contest of Debbie
by nette onclaud
The stress no one feels
All except you
The pain no one felt
Singled you out too
The feelings you felt
But kept to yourself
Will eat at you
Till there's nothing left
They say the news is a distraction
Yet anytime we see an issue and demand action
They call us a terrorist faction
We use our freedom of speech
Saying we wish to impeach
We all get singled out each by each
Form:
The delivery,
incidental to the message
The format,
duly chosen for the sound
The listener,
singled out with times forgiveness
The truth
—but spoken once to then abound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Orange Head Was Singled Horn Limerick
Out of large crowd orange head was singled
Because there is where he likes to mingle
Telling lies every time seen
Would he tell it to a Marine?
No wonder Trump's face is old and wrinkled.
Jim Horn
absolute insight,
so rare
brings mistrust,
creates anxiety,
perhaps:
but often
is influence,
encourages
empathy
facilitates
interest...
yet is singled out
not admired...but
feared..
..seen as bizarre
I am nothing but a plain pen in the hands of the Great King
A simple sparrow, singled out solely to solemnly sing...
from the rising of the rainbow, to the release of the rainfall ring;
from the setting of the sun and the springing of seeds in Spring
Suicidal
with this gin
in hand.
He's repeating history
when his denials
another grim demand.
Who knew silence could be so loud?
He wonders why their here at the end,
but when needed the most,
he couldn't find a single friend.
Singled out.
Across the crowd.
Business
In singled hour resignations letter documented and also documents retrieve towards poverty's laws
As a poor man's writing ledgers.
#realdonaldtrump #cagovernor #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #washingtonpost #nytimes #latimes #aoc
Big event
Nighttime sovereign sent
Being singled out into a time
Believing what one might be within a night sign
Maybe in a while words could come to cross my mind
Night sometimes holds the refreshed symbol
Of the welcomed signal
Nighttime soul
Russell Sivey
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Making friends,
Losing them.
The pain when it ends,
Bruises come.
Making more friends,
Friends start to change,
Being singled out,
Put in a shooting range.
Shot in the chest,
Dying cause I'm hated,
I was never the best,
My life has faded.
For me its tough
To Make a friend,
And I've had enough.
Cause I lose in the end.
i never felt alike the rest
always like i was less
everyday of life a test
never able to address
always was the one in trouble
singled out and made example
often would it burst my bubble
punishments i felt were ample
isolation in my mission
so my mood stamped down flatter
still i face this repetition
never told that white lives matter
punctured, onward continue to quit decision's to make second guessing a moment ,
wit a wound wide opened by sliding the cold shoulder's lap first but enlightened by composure, intellect wasted misuse's of time the truth withheld to prove ill state vs. denial of a mans prime singled too proud deviating the lost to worship no man who lives under trial.
and on a small stone upon a lonely hill a single name engraved . . .
_________________________
September 30, 2012
Poetry/Monoku/engraved
Copyright Protected, ID 09-424-549-30
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Singled Out
Sponsored, Debbie Guzzi, Judged 11/12
First Place
A
happy
conclusion
circulated
repetitiously
effectuating
accordingly
affected
lonely
hearts
2019 September 17
**The Trip is an ascending/descending syllabic singled word climb, whereby, more words added to the trip--is the challenge--my efforts concluded with a two/singular five-syllabic word in an ascension/descension mode.
Leprosy
Foolhardy blight that languishes in a musosal drop
Transmitted to the genetically predisposed
That causes dermal cells to mutate
With its tubercle relative to sympathize
Slow surface lesions manifest
And the host begins to realize
Its ancient punishment from the gods
Singled out to be excluded
In colonies for those alike
As microbacterium leprae proceeds to colonize
Anxiety creeping like flooding water
Soaking into every crack and pore
Washing away the hope you may desire
Leaving you searching for a shore
leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
wounds forced with further embarrassment
guaranteed failure surrounds my day
therapy - still I feel singled out
A collaboration with SKAT A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17922
The words stumble from her lying
Mouth while her obtuse mind struggles
For likely continuity.
In due course the lie emerges
Full-blown, ready for deceiving
An innocent, unsuspecting
Host singled-out as the target.
This pathological liar
Fabricates the fundamentals
In a way that’s favorable
To her in case she is challenged.
There is no motive to look for
Because there really isn’t one.
She must lie and she’s good at it.
The neck pain was singled
out. Roll yourself down?
from the hills. The
figures were crying.
You cannot dismiss
the infamous past tense.
The butchered birthday?
of freedom of speech.
The underpaid stone cutters
of the quarry, and the
golddiggers crowding the street.
Whom will you give your hand ?
In glass, the progeny-
grows, away from home,
from inheritance.
I stare in disbelief, unblinking.
Satish Verma
Turning to merge with the happy
herd,
I heard clinking against frosty
glass --
Ladyfingers escaping tiramisu,
Followed by creamy swirls of
Chocolate mousse --
And beckoned to their shelf, I
asked
If they desired of me to have a
word.
A dolce chorus of confections
confessed
How to my hips they wished to
bestow
Love handles destined to be
caressed
Through the streets of the Feast
Of San Gennaro.
(c) 2024 Gabriela