Short Smoothed Poems
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Dawn cracks the sky~
rust-edged wings carve silence
into salt and cry.
Hunger sharp as tide-smoothed glass,
they stalk the shivering surf.
as we walked the beach
the pink skies softened the tide
and smoothed lines in our faces....
your hand reached out to mine
to touch a girl you once knew
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4/2/15
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things smoothed by time's insistent hand
riverbed’s old stones understand
pebbles smoothed by ancient waves
edges soft like lost secrets
resting where water left them~
polished persistence
When moonbeam was poured over the earth,
Wings adorn your heart,
Smoothed you away more than
The yellows and pinks of the sunrays.
Same the light though,
As the sun enlightens the moon ,
It’s the best light
For it’s the light of giving.
Footsteps
Trod in sands
Lines
Drawn by childrens’ hands
Smoothed by onshore winds
To exist
Though briefly
To be expunged
By rolling seas
To leave a canvas ready
For lines
Drawn by chuldrens’ hands
And footsteps
Trod in sands
whispering through a crescendo
I accommodate his monolingually
always spoke prim and smoothed
commercialize me .
be impeccable or simultaneously lukewarm
never to undress again
classic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
old women still have dreams
so they lie restlessly
in soft single beds
away from mirrors
that fracture their expectations;
they turn towards walls
where cracks can be smoothed
with shaking fingers
and shadows can be reshaped
into ageless promise...
Horror and disbelief!
Numbed by it!
As one traumatically struck by
Cruelest of what does for cold eye
Expose madness.
Primal, dark! Seen from this
Age of Spirit.
Quelled of all fear, whose peace ensures
Has been smoothed o'er such Time's features
Manic with stress.
A fallow tree stump
ritualized by the empty
Bath of Salvation
creeping painfully as if
thrown by the wayside
The retort of schoolchildren
smoothed by the evenness
of taken innocence
Arisen from a fruitless slumber
Clamoring for the germane
but destined to be wholly
irrelevant
Have you heard
about the bird
Who built a nest
with zeal and zest?
With zeal and zest
with string and straw
It was the best nest
you ever saw.
She took her time
and smoothed out the creases
Then out jumped a chipmunk
who tore it to pieces.
-1968
Hands on bars
Foot shift
Wheels custom
Seat smoothed shape
Saddle bags filled
Teardrop tank
Filled with fuel
Gage reads oil and fuel
Speed 0 to 60
Headlight on
Blinker clicks
Helmet smoked black
Kickstand down
Key in ignition
Ready to go
No Motorcycle License
That’s a no, no
And the echo grew stronger, not weaker
as I sat on the ledge next to the waterfall,
your head cradled in my lap
until even our skin shook with the sound.
I covered your ears for you as we watched
the sulfur turn clear water to rusty orange.
I smoothed back your hair
but waiting for you to speak.
I wanted it to be the best work
I have ever done
I did it.....
What a surprise?
The growth that occurred randomly
The mind set that was focused
The entanglement of thoughts
What a surprise?
The humour that smoothed the tears
The insight that opened the eyes
The inner self that took over
What a surprise?
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R uffed feathers smoothed
O ver minor infractions tempers flared
A nalogy to two Cocks fighting
D estiny exciting vacation
T angled arms and legs
R estlessness dissipated
I ndividualy each child slept
P atiently dreaming of first ocean splash
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: ROAD TRIP
Written: August 24, 2013
Plates and saucers
quietly in attendance
behind the cupboard doors
lick their faded flowers
inside borders service nicked
as time ticks
off the kitchen clock.
Pile smoothed dish towels
lie in neatly folded rows
as a checkered mate
doubles over the ice box
handle with nothing to dry
but a mother’s tears
for days gone by.
Today I saw
a fairy
light and glittery
sparkling
It giggled
a sound like
delicate silver bells
and waved at me
She fluttered
over to me
and smiled
flounced her
flowery skirt
smoothed her perfect hair
she flew off
then continued
pulling the cat's tail
stealing pencils
and guiding ants
toward the kitchen.
Your fingers have bled for this,
skin smoothed from the jagged climb.
Every load you carried, every silent shout—
they brought you here, to be sure?
You occasionally think about the fall,
its quiet promise of relief.
But then you recall
how you yelled back at the universe
when it tried to bury you.
Let go?
Not today.
NOTES
in my diary
i’d kept an old note
anger wrinkled
then carefully smoothed
and glued to the page by tears
short winded
describes my last lover’s note
goodbye she says
on further pursuit she’s adamant
goodbye forever!
Blue tanka
gray days
are upon me
i wonder
now that you’re gone
is heaven blue?
Dave Austin
Uneven walls
smoothed by shadows,
where the sound of dripping water
echoes like a slow
waterfall.
I no longer know if my eyes are open.
Wind turns into whispers
turn into voices;
balloons cut loose
getting smaller
smaller
against the sky
then nothing
but black.
Exotic hairs, whitish
Frilled black rock,
Amidst, The frames of
Colored dress,
Shined in spring,
Scenic sights blend into snow beads,
Smoothed and attuned blurred visions,
Breeze, befriended with her,
Kissed cheeks,
Perceived her as a queen,
In my flabby mind,
Wished to possess it always,
Inner corner of rolled eyes.
Sam Adams Drunk Driver Same, Same but Different
Sam Adams was drunk driving
Too fast down an English rural country lane
He ran at a stoplight he did not see
Blew threw a roundabout
Was rubbed out in an accident.
His drinking buddy, the traffic cop flatfoot,
Smoothed over his death ruling it an accident,
And not drunk driving.
The last face of the rain
wet glow of green in the meadow
goes out with the wind
The new face of the meadow
sharp glow of colors on greenery
all flowers get lighted
The best face of the wind
pollen migrating into the distance
for to fall with the rain
The old face of the ground
finally renewed and smoothed
ready waits for new trails
My mirror, my silver goddess
I stand in front of you and smile
Looking past all my imperfections
I still see something good
If I reflect back on my life
I am not broken
The cracks are smoothed over
and you can see the smile on my face
48 words
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The limestones are smoothed,
rounded by time, fashioned and shaped
by sculpturing winds.
They remind me of village girls
broad in the hips, love handles,
not at all like the bony walkers
that climb up here.
I run my hands over sleek curves,
sit next to a pretty one,
eat a ham sandwich,
think fondly of the plump barmaid
in the valley below.
Sunset wrapped around me,
Twilight quieted my fears,
Starlight smoothed my brow
The clouds drifting by cradled me
In their lumpy beds while
Raindrops sang a melody to
Your memory...
I am loving you still...
Morning dew whispers your name.
Cynthia
APWLTS
9:06 P.M.
jULY 2, 2013
By Cynthiaapwlts
© 2013 Cynthiaapwlts (All rights reserved)