Short Skirting Poems
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Like a spider skirting around its' web
The Sun hustled about the clouds
On golden legs
That spotted a re-folding sea.
Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Craggy snow-capped crowns,
Skirting skyline’s golden hue.
Windswept clouds, your gowns.
Envision of ruins
soaked the agony
skirting around my cocoon
hesitation weaved
"If I could wander again"
ashes floated singing
an illusion of escape
Sisters J E L L O cake madness
Illuminates smiles
Baked golden brown then cooled
Portholes jello jammed
Marshmellow skirting
Lip smacking
Good
overlooking cove
tide brush strokes rock bed skirting
returns back to sea
When or if ten fish cross a barrier it is often wise for the new fish to skip. Xxxxx. As first in line to a skirting board isn't in lone lines.*** wow?xxxx indoctrination ***
Form:
Out of the horses of this world
YOU had to arrive at my door
beautiful, wild and free
skirting the meadows of my soul
you intoxicated me with
your equine power and stun
FROZEN HEART
An icebreaker in
The arctic,
My love for you has become,
Skirting large ice caps of
Indifference
That surrounds your desolate
Heart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 MAY 2013
Writing in verse
my voice
deep within
A rising
butterfly
skirting the wind
Piercing
the silence
in harmony flies
On wings
beating meter
— rhythm and rhyme
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
potholed , boulder strewn
winding path up steep inclines
unwavering goal
water cascades down
wearing , skirting , bounding rocks
I will make my way
~07 Jul 2016~
Quietly
The hum of sunrise
Awakens the day.
Cutting the familiar wake
Of an old butter knife
Un-noticed
Silent swans
Skirting the lily pads
Pass sunning turtles
Wary eyed muskrats
And bug-eyed frogs.
John G. Lawless
©5/30/2023
Being Allowed in Politics
Wondered what in politics would be allowed,
That had occurred in people found in a crowd;
While blurting,
Issue skirting;
Hope in the end they would always be proud.
I seriously have my doubts though.
Jim Horn
Hitchhiking along a highway
that runs inside my mind
Revisiting the roads I’d crossed
while skirting all the lines
My thumb held high and searching
for what eyes no longer see
Along this path that takes me home
—returning unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.
A white splendor
drips,
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.
Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.
Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt
poem.
SATISH VERMA
winding scarves on my face
blowing air through my skin
skirting around my legs searching
in my soul rooting out the pegs
of memory of other winds of
time spaceless nameless
places and scenes that are
past and gone lifted up out of
sorrow far away gone gone
long gone free with the wind
Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.
A white splendor
drips,
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.
Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.
Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt
poem.
SATISH VERMA
Everybody
wants to go
to Heaven
(but)
Nobody
wants
to die
Everybody
want to change
the truth
(but)
Nobody
wants
to lie
Everybody
wants to bend
the law
(but)
Nobody
wants
to get caught
Everybody
wants to fall
in love
(but)
Nobody
wants
— pain and loss
(The New Room: August, 2025)
in a rumpled,
black city
homes are sliced in half
the equality demands
the rights of people
sometimes you love a
tormentor
he will be able to wed, albeit
shyly, with the physical
cleaning the love’s deficit
how far the waiting will go
skirting the mist
it was there
in you
in me
a rapist
a serial killer
Satish Verma
With flowing robes,
pungent herbs,
arching doors,
organic walls,
and eerie lights,
you take on trappings
of one thought evil.
Yet in you beats
an open heart—
one always skirting
curdled customs,
sterile allegiances,
trivial tyrannies—
one ever seeking
reunions with roots,
transforming spaces,
raw possibilities.
22/8/16
As Autumn’s Breeze
As Autumn’s Breeze
Grasps the leaves
Tugging the last
Golden coat fast
Stripping branches
Winter catches
Jack Frost skating
Skirting, waiting
Blizzards of snow
Imminent show
Flakes take shape
Winter awakes
Crystals cocoon
Minus temp looms
As Autumn’s Breeze
Prepares to Freeze
He planted his feet firmly on the ground
And resisted the urge to look around
Looking up he saw clouds skirting by
Against an azure blue summery sky
So he thought where should I be
Not standing alone with dreams to be free
But all he had were these moment alone
To ponder his fate as his chances were gone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
It was all getting old
These endless things
Another year here: misery....
Yet this would divert nor appease
Her cold coming down ? A world in lost
Must we endure another day; these,
Chains their lies truth's, pain! Where is mercy ?
Thousands of years; his grave: slaves, she sings
While tears form our eyes; as skirting round about, nothing.
Long left and long right
A head swings to and fro
Inside a waltz repeats a loop
Outside the world careless goes by
His foot swings like a pendulum
Banging on a skirting board
They might say
“It’s sad, he’s mad”
He might say
“I remember we danced, in a trance”
Longing left and longing right
His heart yearns for his love
That left that night
Form:
"Norma Jean"
stuck out Einstein's
tongue sticks out
as being among
one of the most
amazing things
to see but then
when i saw
Marilyn's
skirt skirting
that grate that
was
greater
and so it was
or would seem
so they say
Monroe's
IQ was
higher
than
Albert's
after all she
never bombed
at the box office