Short Slumbered Poems
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The darkness slumbered in rest its still ness gentle cotton layer sheets.
Lingering life holds fast to see the light full and bright.
Hours will pass we hold strong.
Our days are numbered- till first day of spring
when unencumbered, she can start her fling
wake winter-slumbered buds for their upswing!
I heard a poem inside my head.
But as I dozed, my poem fled.
It drifted off and I think I know,
where my poem chose to go.
Because while I slumbered in my bed,
it found a home in you instead!
B ecame uncomfortable when the sleep number slumbered,
E nding the comfortable cushion under my neck, back and tush.
D ecidedly, my pillow is also dead to me, with all its tossing and turning.
8/27/2019
Many bright lights toil at night,
keeping company with ghosts.
Days waste like lightning striking
or as unbroken green lamps.
But in cloisters of darkness,
Promethean mind rains fires --
illuming the slumbered world.
There is nothing more
erotic
than a
kitten,
slumbered
on the brown,
sculpted belly
of your woman,
or
on a warm summer day,
a peach
held,
and offered,
from the long,
graceful palm
of the woman
you desire.
My art of writing
I’m trying to find
Impossible thought
It’s flying around!
Spill that ink
A sheet of paper
Are my thoughts awake?
Or sleep in the corner?
Slumbered spirit
Soon to be up
Give me some time
To write poem of mine
Satan’s Voice
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
That reminding voice that whispers in my ear,
Rouses thoughts that long have slumbered.
But forgiveness has erased all guilt and fear,
Now by erstwhile deeds I’m not encumbered.
Every summer, there were always places
In which we slumbered together.
I once believed it’d all be lost forever.
No matter, however, we’ll always be together.
Be it through mine poems alone,
Or when all of the people gather,
Like all of the tribes I once ever known.
Drown me deep in Seas of Sleep,
And never would I want to wake
To Lies of Life that make me weep
(By slumbered Dreams of me as Sheep)
I hunger for a "normal" life,
Weary for a willing "Wife",
And though I thirst, drink very worst-
The Darkened Days just filled with Strife!
Wake me not for here I slumbered
Intent to dream on days I have not numbered
Natural to the logic of sinister time
Shame it was, the way you meandered
Over my heart like callous pebbles. Slime
Me with frivolous perceptions, and I slandered,
Emasculated, forgive you still for being blind.
Slept and slumbered under the quinine stains we wept,
On a poignant bard’s weary nib we slept.
Yearned we to spill on to paper,
Him caged sore thoughts for later.
Weeping words we lay folded,
On table, heart moulded.
Sorrowed dirge lament,We repent,..................dissent
I hear a haunting melody drifting in the wind
as though a Stradivarius had been chinned
Gently, it dried the tears of willows weeping
slowly drifted past my window as I lay sleeping
It tickled my ears as I slumbered in a dream
then touched the glow of a golden moonbeam
My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night
While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would
Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then
Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit.
Four lines from Dream Macabre
Submitted to Liberum Divisa 4 Contest
February 17, 2021
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
I in wonder,remain beguiled.
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voiced gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumbered so sure.
A gift from heaven,l do suppose,
a unique human exists in such quiet repose,
with potential that education alone grows
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
THE DOOR ALMOST FELL DOWN
MY mama went with the
goodbye man ALL HER CHILDREN
slumbered
close a hand
he wouldn't
think of
leaving
her
behind
we awakened
and found
that mama
had gone
a smile was
all she
left behind
she had gone ...
she went with
the goodbye
man
by janetta
Winters tears fall fallow on the sleeping
Soft emotion into dormant hearts creeping
Thoughts to awaken, needs forgotten too long
Reach for the unknown want, new and strong
Push forth from cold dark slumbered sleep
The dawn of wonder, a promise made to keep
Our lives forsaken in winters gathering sweep
In joy emerge, to the sun we kneel and weep
Satan’s Voice
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
That reminding voice that whispers in my ear,
Rouses thoughts that long have slumbered.
But forgiveness has erased all guilt and fear,
Now by erstwhile deeds I’m not encumbered.
Sooner or later an ill wind blows for each of us,
We err in assuming that it will always be later!
Tom Wright
They trusted the tree, so they tunneled beneath her.
Knowing she would keep them safe during the winter.
The bear made his nest first, then the fox.
Lamb followed her mistress, loving her reading voice.
Gaia kept them warm, nurturing them.
The book reader had to come up for food.
As did the fox.
However, the bear slumbered on, listening to the story.
rhythmic staccato
interrupts the morning calm
pileated drums
red crest, pointed beak
penetrate the slumbered fog
now the forest hums
crocuses burst forth
joyfully joining the dance
a welcome spring comes
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "A Lovely Day" Poetry Contest
sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
written 02/20/2022
Each milestone sees him as evenings enfold
Where crystals touch his soul with chilling cold,
A lantern shines through his painted face
While his robe waves upon a steady pace,
Until he comes to an old trove without doors
Which felt welcoming like glown summer shores,
And he slumbered on grass greener than mould
Through the moon's shaft, he watched God's eyes, behold.
on the night that i was born a storm formed while the sun slept...
my mother left me scorned in her womb as the moon wept...
darkness filled the room as i emerged from my cocoon fresh....
i rumbled heavens floors as a roar replaced my first breath...
Thunder made me humble as i slumbered in my vortex...
Dangers in abundence when the beast is at your door step...
O the eternal bliss of peace!
Like a traitor to the cause of humanity,
you did not receive the impression of my dream
in peace, congealing into flesh, the enumeration of
my nightmare, giving evidence against your soul.
But, notwithstanding, have no delay;
you may yet effectuate this business of peace every day.
You may have slumbered here,
but the vision did not disappear.
To craft a line that’s nice and tight
about a failed attempt to write…
well, something just doesn’t seem right,
but I will not put up a fight;
I shall instead call it a night.
For if I rest my head, I might
through slumbered sleep gain some insight
quick captured at the dawn’s first light
a little gem, bedazzling, bright
the pulse to race, the heart, excite
and end this literary blight.
Remembering
(scars and how you got them)
By: Miracle Man
1-8-2020
Man cannot see what lies in store,
So ore past days, in thought, we pore.
We relive things as eyes grow dim,
Now fraught by pain and frail of limb.
The things once done in work or play,
Now lie slumbered in a previous day.
We resurrect occurrences only in thought,
And tally scars that were unsought.