Short Sits Poems
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In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits
.
Ugly yellow sly cat sits on a roof
After sipping liquor sixty proof
we went on inside
So she could just hide
She disappeared instantly in a poof
The kitchen clock upon the
wall,
Is keeping watch over the
hall.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
Like tiny grains of hourglass,
And speaks in ticks both high
and tall.
As granny sat in her chair with God's Holy word, she knew that he would meet her there
11-6-16
Alexis Y.
Inspired By Old Rocking Chair Contest
red rock sits alone
between many colored stones
among, yet apart
(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php
Worship Sits in Anticipation,
Anticipation of Inspiration.
Worship Sits in Expectation,
Expectation of Approbation.
Worship Sits in Pews, and Hearts,
Pews and Hearts of Aspiration.
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Red Cardinal Sits
Frozen water in birdbath....
Peck, peck, head back drink
steadfast stars aloft
in a somber black mood;
ship's sails billow
across celestial waves
wind awakens blows
memories not wiped away,
time’s buoyant rides
'twas by choice
5/28/2019
Sitting by your side he sits
“His arm around you and says,
It's okay to let go,
I'll always walk beside you
And lay my head by yours.
Never worry, for I'll always be with you. “
1/28/2023
Trump Stands or Sits
Seems like wherever Trump stands or sits,
All of our economy will turn into total pits,
If seeking toons,
Try some prunes;
Golden showers be prepared for a big blitz.
Jim Horn
Sits the monkish owl.
Beneath its own cowl.
If not candled and windowed, lit as
Soft, meditative.
That, wakeful, before
Sinks, wearily, more.
Grass-burnt, sunned life. Flashed too lewd, pranced through.
Dawned; hell-reactive.
Death in comparison,
a covetous dispatch
Jealousy reflected,
its courtiers attack
An emperor left naked,
his crown a vacant throne
Jesters flee the castle
—as envy sits alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
He is as still as the Mornig light, sitting, wondering what he should have said, But he say's nothing as he watches his love walk away, her tear's flow fiercely,Her pain so real and strong, He sits so still and so silently, She is foever gone.
Mistake in comparison,
an error in the match
Your magic now rejected,
another’s work attacked
The winner now the loser,
the prize a vacant throne
The Jester flees the castle,
—and envy sits alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
I wait for a woman
Who has the heart of Li Qing Zhao.
Do I wait in vain?
A woman who sits upon the mountain
Just to watch the cherry blossoms bloom,
A woman who finds the greatest pleasure in life,
Drinking wine and drinking poetry
Hours into the night.
Former President Trump
Sat on his awesome "yhuge"rump,
Dreaming of having his ultimate revenge
While on a drug and vengeance Benge.
note: misspelled huge as "Yhuge" because the former President mispronounced it that way and comedians mocked him for it for years.
There’s a voice that hides
with message plain
“IT STILL IS NOT ENOUGH”
No matter how the
phrases turn
“THEY LACK THE FINER STUFF”
It sits in judgment
undeterred
to flame and scold unbound
To speak when I’m
inopportune
—and turn me inside out
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
This is her house
Her four walls
Look from any angle,
There are still four walls and a door
She stares out of her misty window
Still her little house in blue skies and cloudy rain
Her life she lives
Her days she conquers
And where does she go?
To her little house
Her four walls and a door.
Touch me ever so gently
where my heart once was.
Appease its clinging pulsing ache.
Heal me as only you can do.
Set the night aglow with golden glitter,
your warmth is like a soothing balm.
Come closer and whisper to my ear.
Tell me everything I long to hear.
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
a bottle of red tea on the opposite end
while a television glows out and into the concave
space of horshoe-shaped tables made for twenty
blue chairs and white linen cloth
and the old man wih a long grey beard
sits alone among the decor of clean
and bare cloth and plastic sounds
of in-between game commentary
fill the void
Form:
She sits a lone all by herself,
never bothered by anyone else.
She sits and watches the rain
Some say that she's insane,
but she's never bothered by others.
All a lone no sisters or brothers.
No one knows here, no one cares.
Every one just passes her and she just stares.
She sits a lone no one knows why.
She just sits there without a sigh.
you can find it under the bark of age old trees
it lives in the skeletons of fallen leaves
you can hear it bounce off
a carpeted climb
concrete laden steel
it’s on your mind
on the tip of your tongue
a word that sits on your lips
a thought
screams below your vocal chords
pointless
so never spoken
"if only i had"
"what if"
"if"
Sad she sits,
herself a chain,
that's locked and without key.
Not a tumble left undone,
and combination free.
Shaking has shackled shoe,
noisey within steps.
Ringing deeply tuned to tears,
soaked and deeply wet.
Screams they are her thunder,
lightning in her gaze.
The eye within the storm that brews,
want wash her pain away.
Sad she sits herself a chain.
She sits alone
On a rock on the shore
Where days before
She sat with one more
Her boyfriend her love
On holiday
When fate befell
On this tragic day
Swimming and enjoying
The times of their lives
Two dived in
Only one survived
She still sits alone
On this rock on the shore
She will do it next year
Like the year before
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php