Short Slumped Poems
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nuggets of
wisdom
mined
from
the
crucible
of the
misshapen
slumped figure
in
the
disconsolate
wheelchair
I penned-
a poem,
where I slumped
my mind
in a book,
watching
the return
of my gaze
as I listen
to the gasping
of a night-
that never complains
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the spine remembers
each vertebra a fallen city~
skyline slumped,
streets narrowing
to cautious steps
My exam is over and everyone is plugged in on phones
earbuds in, except for him, who sleeps, slumped on desk, bag in front
with me the only one who can hear him snoring.
Preaching repentance in his flowing robes
Abstinence from that which stains the soul
The ascetic slumped forward, face downcast
Neglecting his body, he'd breathed his last
An eerie stillness enshrouds,
the street I lodge in,
lone shadows loiter and lounge,
dark ink creatures peep
wet croak from a gaunt hermit,
slumped on granite bench,
faint cry from flitting figures
estranged by night chill
we used to see
eye to eye
agreeing on
how clean
the air was
down
there
that we
would have
the same
distance
when we
fell from
grace
but with age
and with youth
i shrunk and
slumped but
she bought
a pair
of new
pumps
Form:
No face, stared longer at
Ripped away, repellant
When from off others
As this sunned, consoles for
Your own smooth water's.
Sat and slumped, down-hearted
There before, of whom rise
Again, pacified!
Glum, wavy-lined only
When itself, storm-tried.
Teacher and students
Sitting slumped in impossibly rigid chairs
Staring at
Shadows creeping deftly into
Corners never considered
Classes never attended
Vacations never enjoyed
Wedding bells never rung and the
Glorious reality that
“Only the good die young.”
All smile is wrecked
As he stood cold-dead like a stone
All smile is wrecked
As he slumped like a thrown object
Solemn regrets turn heart's ring tone
Bitter tomorrow chokes thought's zone
All smile is wrecked
By: Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's contest:'RONDELET'
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Pressure of dire times on dismal mind
Pushes the listless life in abyss undefined
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Perk up, parking the slumped soul on cloud nine
Placate the sagged spirit with holiday sunshine
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December 7, 2020
For Kim's Acrostic Play 2 Holiday Version
Slumped in his nakedness,
His loose...left hand,
Runs its shaky fingers through his hair.
With his eyes closed,
His subordinate dreams
Are shackled across his chest,
As he struggles with his toiled reality.
______________________
Inspired by the Dying Slave
By Michelangelo
cringing
beaten
slumped over
nightmares
of revenge --
STRANGLE him
hug mother
for dear life!--
startling awake
nauseous
sweaty
woodpecker foot
relentlessly taps
not my fault
don't hit me...
dinner table food
spasming
mangled by
screams, curses
roars its way
back up
undigested
will I die first
salient strife scrunching
like veins veiling
the tracks coiled
about the toil
of gollible Green
heaving hoisted sprees
burnished blue blushed
tumultuous torrent crushed
leering lanky lust
gold cloak cupped
beneath blazing guts
rustic sea sucked
callous crimson's touch
weary waves slumped.
19:12:14:04:57
She screams out into the night
Not even an echo too tired to fight
Her shoulders slumped completely drained
She curses the time that still remained
Dank and dreary the air so heavy upon her very being
Feet stuck no way to keep fleeing
One single tear drops from her lashes
Her life never a period just simply long pauses and empty dashes
You turned and walked away
shoulders slumped, eyes downcast,
the morning air was still;
bright sun crept through the slats
of window's crooked shades
like the eye lids of dawn.
Like the eye lids of dawn
I saw your tears falling,
wanting to touch your face
it was too late you had
closed the door on our love.
12:11 a.m.
Feb. 19, 2011
C. Alvez
The lighting, it was over bright
Revealing dark red blood puddled
She lay slumped, her soul in flight
The lighting, it was over bright
Exposing a play she did write
Letters of a name befuddled
The lighting, it was over bright
Revealing dark red blood puddled
Written: Friday, June 24, 2016
Inspired by Julia Ward's contest First Line Prompt-2
a july morning crashes
with the thunder
gentle rat-a-tat rhythm
rain-tears on a metal skin
his shoulders are slumped
his heart the drum
loved by all yet loved by none
the storm intensifies
in and around him
zephyr screams at the trees
flesh rips from their bones
fire cracks the sky
and when the wind and rain
have had enough
they release him
to find his way
home
Tell Them…
She had faded slowly
shadow growing shorter
voice less boisterous.
Tell Them...
Alone now she sits
slumped on a park bench
near the flowers.
He found her there,
sat next to her
took her hand,
read the note it held.
Her brief farewell:
“If anyone asks
tell them
I caught a butterfly.”
8/12/2017
submitted to – The Poet’s Shadow – Poetry Contest
I feel melancholy today,
October has turned damp and cool.
And the sky dons a veil of grey;
while the children head off to school
trekking through mud
and piles of crud.
Slumped, on this wet, depressing day,
a scarecrow stands out like a fool.
And I fear Winter's on its way
as dead leaves fill my empty pool;
falling from trees,
stripped with each breeze.
Do you remember that week
On a Tuesday night;
You said you were leaving
And we got in a fight?
I lay on your bed
And cried on your sheets,
I tried to hide it
I didn’t want you to see
I stood in the shower
Slumped against the wall,
Broke the skin on my knuckles
Couldn’t feel it at all
The pain was too much
And it burned in my chest,
And of all my friends, love
You’ve been the best
I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning
We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?
I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration
I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!
Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head
January 2017
Awaiting the Knock at the Door
David J Walker
We are gathered,
But not together,
in thought
And prayer
In anticipation of a knock a
At the door
That only One may hear
Are you there, we constantly ask
Slumped and head bowed
His eyes slightly open
And in a nod and a gasp the answer, yes
But only for now, He whispers
As he thumbs through
93 chapters of life
We are gathered together
Awaiting the phone to ring
I could not think
I could not sleep
What could I do,
Well I could weep.
I locked my door
I hid away,
No sense of time
Night or day.
For what's the point
You had gone,
There's nothing left
You were the one.
I shut the curtains
Unplugged the phone,
Slumped in my chair
And sat, alone.
Entry for
STANDARD CONTEST 138,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
19/11/18. Placed=1st.
I realized with tearful eye
all my friends had left or died
Thinking I was now alone
I slumped down on a bitter throne
When I awoke a voice was calling
from somewhere deep inside me
I strained to hear what it was telling
with words so soft and yet compelling
Then suddenly I recognized
a voice I’d yearned for all along
For in the dawn of early morning
I felt the Lord Himself aborning