Short Small World Poems
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M-illion miles apart,
D-istance is not a problem,
M-essages are sent.
Topic: Birthday of Marly D. Mahinay (March 13)
Form: Haikustic
Lost It On My Lap
Saw another ap
That suffered from a mishap
Lost it on my lap.
Wow. Spell check doesn't
recognize AP. Small world.
Jim Horn
One dish of seeds enough for my home,
Two dishes enough for my family,
Four enough for my country,
Eight for my world,
Small world all loved ones mine!
she loves her tiara and satin gown
he’s in a stiff tuxedo, feels like a clown
another mismatched couple, who will marry after prom
thinking they are in love, a small world they live on
Haiku Days
Haiku mornings
coffee
and my computer
and quiet in the house.
Haiku nights
red wine
and my computer
and quiet in the house.
My small world in seventeen syllables
Mama and Daddy
Are the whole of my small world
They love and tend me
Mama calls me Sweet Angel
My world is warm and happy
lBy: Joyce Johnson
For Linda Marie's "Baby Babble" contest sPlaced 9th
A small blue world
sits in my palm,
perfect.
I don’t know why,
but I am sad.
It marked me
somehow,
that small world,
seeded with hopes of
future worlds
and new cycles
of life.
Alone in this world,
What do I have to live for?
There’s nothing here,
For me any more.
If you’re not near,
There’s everything to fear.
It was because of your love,
I felt so strong,
Soft as a dove,
Now its gone.
sun’s
cascade
high spirits
trees on a hill
live lemony leaves
untroubled by darkness
inconsequential small world
worries pandering to the depths
the forest too bright and blithe to cry
hallelujah mount leads to heaven's gate
Oh dear, what life brings
What a small world we live in
Where life brings us next...
...Well, that is unknown
In time, we will understand
For now, let it be
Again I shall say,
What a small world we live in...
Life full of wonder
eventful then miserable
Beauty seen, passing by, too fast, turning towards the others, running, seeming to say, A-Day,. The misery of seeing, her willing turn, her going, making my small world, eventful then miserable, the crave, to watch again, sitting in the local cafe.
Sailing a boat
Out to the sea
Waves and wind
Rain and haze
Will carry us astray
Our ability to control
Is not that simple
Even a small boat
Even a small world
We can be lost
Sometimes
We can rule our hearts
But never our fate
And so
Never the rest of the world
You soar into my
consciousness on eagle's
wings,
your aura stole my
atmosphere like the dew in
Spring.
My heart was lured by the
lines in your sugar-candy
eyes,
I just opened a can of
wonder and it leads to
paradise..
If it is a small word, I would
have met you a
million times
(c) 2012
Adeleke Adeite.
Can this get me a
chocolate?
Long it has been
My tunnel awaits
Long it will be
For me to awake
Darkness numbs
The loud surrey
Kindness keeps warm
I'm reminded not everyday
Secluded from this small world
Smaller it seems
But this too is enough
to bring joy or weep
Like every other sorrow
This tunnel is my morrow
And this too shall pass
With many more to follow
Small Tree Planted
Its Roots Extend
Small World Enchanted
Its Branches Ascend
Mountains In Glory Rise
Shining Forth Fatherly Strength
Reaching Into The Skies
A God At Length.
From A Rain To A Drought
Nature Shows Her Power Divine
As A Flower About To Sprout
To Her Glory, Stoics Resign
April 8 2020
Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Color my small world -
Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
Inside a rocky draw
And the morning calm
Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
And set my gaze upon them -
And a swath of poppies
Glowing in the sun
And a glint in the breeze
As if to show Your love.
I'll go and walk about
The garden variety -
Knowing that this niche
Is where I want to be.
In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In the middle of my own small world I stand.
Written 2/5/15
Now for Joseph May's 'Andaree - 11 Lines' Poetry Contest
This love is a small world after all...
I have met you a million times
we commited some common crimes
yet this love stands proud and tall.
I met you when reality was a dream,
a dream in the womb of wishes.
I saw You in skies filled with fishes,
you were the star I met by the stream.
I lost you when I bought a dream
and found you in the reality I sold...
You are more precious than gold...
I wish that reality was my dream.
Beauty so she was.
Kind so she was.
Ugly beautiful,
beautifully ugly so she was.
Strong, divine-
tired of time,
so she was.
Lost in a huge small world.
No difference between,
happiness and misery.
Nothing to say-
yet, full of words,
so she was.
The world so blinded; however,
the truth is easy to feel.
Purposes are ultimately opinionated,
so, is my purpose creativity?
Every-thing constantly changing,
so was she.
whats in inside
might i ask
the bottom
so shiney the
top comes off
and feel quickly
as he grab...
doing heist.
making more money
then a taxi cab.....
i'm doing right
right doing
x girl friend called
ask how's things
moving...
i laugh and told her
all good improving...
she said i saw your
brother... small world
conversation went dry
like clothes being top
by the summer sky
you pain. i be the top
until you ready to love a gain
Form:
Once asked who is mad
So creatively said medical doctor
It's him a real mad fellow
Who easily gets out of a locked prison room
Through the picture of an open door
Painted on the stone brick wall.
He then pays dearly for thick porridge
Together to eat with steaming beef stew
Beautifully painted on canvas wall hanging
In exclusive five star city hotel.
But really not mad all the same:
The man just too sane
In a small world where
Things are very real.
tick, tick, tick goes the clock of life
like a bomb about to go off
keeping it going
trying to blow it apart
uncertain of the outcome
while protecting your heart
tick, tick, tick
the sun is the clock
and the earth the bed
moon's our angel way ahead
the stars are our night light
impossible to turn off
because of it's beauty
tick, tick, tick
the time draws nearer
and pressure deepens
how long can one small world last
when time is moving oh so fast
Broken-hearted little girl,
it's okay to hurt, to cry.
So much pain in a small world,
but you can handle it just try.
Lay your head down baby girl,
close your eyes and weep.
Just remember, it's okay to cry,
to cry yourself to sleep.
Broken-hearted little girl,
ignore the misery and pain.
Go ahead, no one's judging,
let your tears mingle with the rain.
Oh darling baby girl,
you've been through so much.
You'll meet Prince Charming,
you'll know by his healing touch.
Form:
Gazing on the meadow, glowing all a bright with flowers,
I fail to see a blossom wasn’t nurtured by spring showers.
Colors envelop this small world, and none the better be.
We all behold the beauty, as far as eyes can see.
But, for some ugly reason, as some glare upon this planet,
They try to conjure reasons why God placed some people on it.
Let me cut right to the chase, each and every human face
Has a right to their own place, as flowers of the human race.
Nearly an adult yet not ready at all
My world has shrunk down to a tiny ball
Hopeless, helpless dark and bleak
They make me feel stupid, ashamed and weak
Ashamed of what I do, say behave
Ashamed that I get upset, can't be brave
The awful sense that it has all gone wrong,
That I've left it too late and far too long
Knowing my life will be some bad compromise
Makes me frustrated, tears well in my eyes
I wonder why I bother at all
When my world has shrunk into a tiny ball.