Short Slanting Poems
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slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
HAIKU #113
Slanting sun beams
Autumn evening recital;
Random songbird arias
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Leon Enriquez
06 Nov 2020
Singapore
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Sleet falls~
Needles of ice
slanting through bitter gusts.
Thermometers gasp, plummeting.
blizzard.
By calm childhood's brook,
shafts of brash, slanting light
shone through a dewy mist.
From a stone, there I spied,
descending from a thread,
dawn's angel from the dark.
This road
does not lead to my home.
Do I ask the lake ?
*
Tonight, the moon
shows a wrinkled face
and depression.
*
An untitled
poem, will find a blank
page of life.
Satish Verma
Don’t be dismayed at something that goes on forever.
It never happened in the first place —
only a slanting aspect of the constantly reconfigured patterns
nature loves to play on an uncertain sky.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
through venetian blinds
slanting beams of light peep in
where she sits alone
reminiscing in silence
hoping that the bell would ring
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25th March, 2015
Contest: Tanka 3
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
blue sky, dotted with white clouds
sun, in his last lap of race
slanting rays gleam in gold sheen
their beauty to evening they bestow
March .4. 2022
syllables- 7/7/7/9
Lind 30 nr Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
*
Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
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Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more ?
Satish Verma
I drift aloft with gossamer wings,
slowly slanting toward the moon,
beaming with its nimbus glow.
Like me, it seems to shift positions,
darting between forms and shadows,
darkened slopes and rounded hills.
Shimmering streams grow mute below us,
sending clear, sweet twinkles skyward—
forever gracing souls in flight.
by Maureen Staley Cary
When I hear that faint rumble, deep in the clouds,
The summer sky will darken, lead-gray
The rain will come in slanting sheets,
Forming mist as it hits hot, hard earth
The birds will retreat, like the ants,
But the earthworms will emerge from the softened soil,
Content in the break from August heat.
Huge blossoms perched in a crystal vase;
And how it sparkled!
While early evening sun came in slanting,
In intense burgundy golden rays, flaming.
Beauty blooms bounced at west window,
And colors were flashing!
In a summer turned hummer-honeybees.
Varicolored blooms grace evening- so new,
Just as pearls in green grass-morning dew!
I oiled the card of daily being
splashing the paint from glass; I pointed
slanting cheekbones of ocean streaming
on plate of jelly, I was joyed
to read the calls of some new lips
on tin fish scales; oh, it is cute,
But could you play Nocturne on ribs
of very noisy drainpipe flute?
P.S. My translation of poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky
The Forever Bees
Spring passed without them…
Their forever hum of summer was silent;
no hopeful tending to timid crocus,
no ceaselessness in the heat of the coreopsis field,
none of their hurry in the lazy slanting of passing goldenrod afternoons.
The forever bees did not come this year…
Loveless, my neighbor’s zucchini did not bear.
We searched for your slanting eyes
as you plucked a dombra
on hills of Kazakhstan
your circles of light
dancing, leaping, gyrating
making heath grow
in bundles
It sang your mission
Heaven on Earth
Heaven on Earth
ropes loosened, dangled
Where to ?
Into One Source
where we created you
so that love can
jump again in
black lashes
Idly the weary ceiling fan rotates
Air is hot but bearable
A mood for lethargy.
Sprawled on the bed my Venus lies asleep
Splintered light through slanting blinds
Highlights her naked skin.
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Contest: Let's Try a Little Kimo
Sponsor: Amy Green
29th May 2014
Rows of houses, leaves in gutters
Slanting shadows half obscuring
Borrowed light from a dying sun
Home of ghosts, papery facade
Twitches inhabit foreground air
Visible to the keen observer
More bits of nothing to disregard.
As if you could.
Assembled on a vacuum base
With faith connecting the floating visions
Which are called life.
Pray, life!
Rain is drizzling in slanting form
And pelting my roof gently.
Outside, it’s cold and dark, the stars hiding
Behind blindfolded, piddling clouds.
Music flows through my brain.
My ears are full.
Every breath I take resides on pluvial melody,
Charging my pulses towards the mirth of
Eloquent stanzas.
God, how on earth can I thank you enough
For music?
In the quiescent quietude of a tranquil June night
Stood Queen Moon in her diadem with an entourage of handmaids
Her shimmering rays like a slithering silvery stream
Came down sliding, slanting and crashing
Turning the night into one of fluorescent effulgence
June.8.2022
~Placed Seventh~
The Moon in June Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
The morn dawned gray, the fog crouched o'er the sea
It spread across the land; on hill, in vale, it lay
Obscured the rolling meadow, 'till arose a breeze
As sun burned through the mist with slanting ray
A thought did find its way into my mind
That days will bide their time before they say
Now look at us in all our finery designed
To dazzle and delight, as -- our glory we unwind
A vision high and so enchanting
Of sunlight off rainbow slanting
Minuscule droplets rays refracting
Light expanding and retracting
Through prism lens colors bending
To form a rainbow spectrum blending
A never-ending arch of wonder
Beginning at the end of thunder
A warm and ethereal hue
The world awash in colors new
Of bright, fresh tones in shades of green
And picture perfect sky serene
you step like a puzzled vixen,
you sniff at damp bark
and beds of leaves,
clothed in burnt sticks and smoke,
your eyes are slanting snow,
wary of ice and shadow;
this falls between us,
you wait under trees
or at frozen gates
on evenings when I late home
carrying the basket of stones
you laid at my door.
Where and when and everytime
beauty comes to pass.
Always at a distance.
closer at it's class.
Spirits large and smaller
seemingly not meeting.
Slanting human eyes
from all the Gods are greeting.
Ora's 'round the trees
dimly being seen.
Blinding what eyes open.
Denying where they've been.
Loving what comes ready
while needing what comes later.
Patience for the soul
and pain for the creator.
Saffron sun shone brightly, though it was a rainy day,
And varicolored umbrellas were up, in wild vivid array.
All shades were abloom, on the beautiful Dahlia Avenue,
And smiles were seen, in slanting rain of silvery hue!
Such mellow yellow gold, out of violet midnight dreams-
Like the heart of motley autumn, wearing spring greens!
Written on May 18, 2021
For: Charm me ~ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Like a concise rose
she crosses the lobby
knowing her goal,
carrying it out.
Tick, tock, her accurate feet
complete the flower.
A quiet perfume remains
after six o'clock
when late sunlight
illuminates the office
slanting across the empty desks.
But she has a vision,
that hides within her
like a thunderstorm
within an egg.
One day she'll untie her hair
on vast green fields
under darkening skies
and finally be.