Short Smearing Poems

Youth and broken glass
Smearing Highway 101:
Other cars just pass...

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Smearing the flowers 
rain drenched in watercolors,
stormy eyed poet....

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Spirit wind
Feeling on my face
Butting in, smearing
My jowls relentless
Your muffled voice
A conglomerate 

I prefer the still
Silent air and the 
Sharp smack of heels
On the pavement...

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NEO SCULPTURISTA
emotional
 glimpses
finger
  strokes
    smearing
in dynamic
 gestures
swooping
twisting
 scraping
  stabbing
squeezing
  inventive
    revelatary
iconics
  into shape...

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Peering at her as she sleeps,
nearing tiers of the devout,
smearing pleas on the glass as he peeps,
impotent, from the grass. He's about
to unfold the silk memoir he keeps,
and lovingly smooth it out....

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kansas daffodil cajoles dandelion’s fat center into a color shower
blonde bulbous butterflies flit south, showing off miniscule dots
leading fat striped fuzzy, furious. amber gold bumblebees
sun smearing vtamin d on all yellow florals is winning...

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Flames of perdition
Painting passion’s fire
Moaning moonlight
Squeezing sensuous desire
Lovers’ lips 
Speaking sun glazed sin
Tasting temptation
Beaded on sultry skin
Sweaty sighs
Restless for relief
Smearing seduction
On eyes of disbelief...

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Peering at her as she sleeps,
nearing tiers of the devout...

Smearing pleas on the glass as he peeps,
impotent, from the grass. He's about

to unfold the silk memoir he keeps,

and lovingly smooth it out.

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Sad, useless, all alone
 that's all I use to moan
 crying tears of blood
 smearing my name like mud
a lonely shadow in the corner
I was but a lowly mourner
then one day you appeared 
and wiped away my painful  tears
you said you loved me then gave a nod
I asked who are you 
you said "YOUR GOD!"...

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Grape and blueberry jam
Smearing across the boy's
brown freckled strawberry face
puckering his lips together
giving his mother
a great big juicy
delicious
Happy Mother's Day kiss
then, lost for words,
happiness gathering
in his eyes
wiping off
his mouth
on his mother's
best red blouse...

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There is a saying:
Every doughnut has its day.
Every baby gets its way.
Every month is somehow May.
Every swing is met with a sway.
Okay, okay, okay...

We get it.
Reset it.

As if there wasn't enough grandeur already.
Here we are smearing 
The grime from our goggle lenses.
Take the goggles off.
Jump the fences....

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Listen to poem:

Who are these peers to whom
I'm supposed to belong to?
Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin.
I fear they're lackey leerers,
peering and sneering,
in unsavory ways.
Smearing my reputation
by claiming I'm in their
in-crowd, all endearing
and revering when I'm not.
I'm a mutineer from 
the peer besmear,
So let's be clear about that!...

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Morbid angel
With that crooked gothic grin
Smearing licorice lipstick
On the licentious lips of sin
Morbid angel
Whimpering salacious sighs
Snagging the souls of men
In your fishnet thighs
Morbid angel
In sable studded noir
Matching spiked collars
With your high heel scars
Morbid angel
Black lace over ashen skin 
You’re late for school again
Much to your parent’s chagrin...

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Before morning, there was moaning
Smearing the innocence of the night,
With two bodies entwined,
To cause havoc
Absent conscience,
Absent worries,
No thoughts,
Just sounds,
Gasps,
And then snaps
Coming together in harmony
With shivering waists,
Stiffened necks
Determined legs,
No regards to shame.
The night just couldn’t wait.
For the coming of the morning
Is around the corner,
Too....

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BREATH OF MOON
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        ~ chain-link breath of moon

                       smearing  gray winter-kissed chill  ~~

                              a night owl tiptoes ~
                      
                                           ~




(c) all rights reserved


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for Constance's Haiku Me Some Nature, Please
by nette onclaud
2 sept 2011...

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Unveiled,
the moon will find you
after morose beginning
of becoming – me

Homophobia creeps in,
beyond the condemnation,
the incompleteness.

You walk straight in the arms
of contradiction, confusion
smearing the wall
with your crimson, nihilistic words.

Every other person
a demi – god
stands on your fears, sends whispers
down your ears.

To abdicate the colleagues
of dawn. 



SATISH VERMA...

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A local politico dropped by today,
To spread his vision along his way.
His view, to me, seemed a bit lacking.
I’ve seen his kind and results of their snacking
On what I’ve earned through time and work.
I’ve met only one who wasn’t a jerk,
So I shot him (with camera) and bid him farewell;
Where I left him behind I never will tell,
He shall not again be smearing this pane,
Nor did he ever feel his or my pain....

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More lipstick! cheered Katie’s brother six-year-old Bard.
Get both cheeks! Get your mouth! How about your nose?
Three-year-old Katie is smearing lipstick on her lips and cheeks
Bard is encouraging her to mess her face all up. 
Hoping she would soon lose her "favorite child" place in the family. 
Loving what he think is going to get her into a lot of trouble.
“Bard!” His mother yelled. “Come here on the double!”...

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Smearing Tears On My Table,
Irridescent In The Glow Of Pale Light.
Trailing Down My Face and Able,
To Bring Out The Pain Heightened At Night.

Evaporating Into The Darkness,
Yet Pooling Into Oceans Deep.
Sadness Bourne As I Accept Less,
The Price Of Lost Love Is So Steep.

Smearing Tears On My Table,
Moistening My Numbed Fingers.
Love Being A Subject of Poetic Fable,
This Pain Purchased To Forever Linger....

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'My Hole World is Coming'

smearing the lip stick
from my lips
how could you kiss me
like that
my hole world is coming
down from my head to my ankles
as i commune to my dead cold heart
i know i have lost the battle
i have fell in love with you
my warrior like heart
has officially compelled me to run
purely by design you are my better
and I can not revoke your power over me

By: aka lyricvixen (fixed/try)...

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Odd feels awkward
In thoughts backwards


Rumour floats buzz
Out-of-sync rust


A vile deceit
Streams vain conceit


Hurts and pain splash
A wicked flash


Spy versus spy
Who cares who cries?


Views vain and vile
Acid rain styles


Be wary then
Of grapevine trends


Too much, too late
That smearing fate


Be conscious now
Evil knows how




Leon Enriquez
09 December 2017
Singapore...

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They are the “inklings”
Of a thought
Taking form
Faint etchings
Slowly scrawled
Scratched out
Born again
In halting hope.

A matrix of dots
Roaming an arid plain
Searching
For shape, form
and purpose
constrained
within edgeless boundaries.

Inklings,
Children of thought
Feeding on the rootless
Scrub grass
Of ancient strictures
Smearing their frustrations
On the castle walls.

John G. Lawless
©4/12/2023...

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Knowing you
Makes me see what
Earth borrowed from you
And hides

Body of my woman
Hills and valleys
Replicate your lustre 
And I lost myself
In your tranquility

Probing eyes
Proclaiming lustful ownership 
Smearing you
With filthy parables
Sharp tongues
Dissecting your flight

To peel your tattoos
In despair
I murder a scarecrow
Who swallowed the key
To sorcery of hypocrites
And I am left
With nothing 
But spells of sadness...

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A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.

We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.

The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.

All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.

The god was yet to be born !


SATISH VERMA...

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A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.

We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.

The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.

All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.

The god was yet to be born !


SATISH VERMA...

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