Short Smoother Poems
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dearest sunshine
my little shine
bouncing up and down so fine
smoother than wine
i love every line
that you inspire me to rhyme
Why do I like you? I dunno.
Maybe it's the way your bloomers show.
In your Scottish dancing clogs yer
smoother than a seal or frog's fur.
Have you tried the Kix
much, much, better than Trix
When it hits milk, smoother than Silk
You'll know where I get my fix
-Robert Dixon
Looking for
someone great
whose work
he won't denominate
his Œuvre;
something plainer
smoother for
this simpleton's
simple tongue
2009 July 4
Strength in Losing
it’s easy being a winner
everything runs much smoother
losing is more difficult
loss is how we grow
It never felt right whenever I made out with my second love,
But when I kiss my first love, it is tender; feels like forever.
His lips are simply luscious, smoother, thinner, and better.
My Poems for Size
Do try my poems on for size;
Soon shall start to realize;
Read mail without fail;
Smoother you will sail;
Cracker Jacks has a surprise.
James Horn
7-7-5-5-7
Limohaiku
Freedom got sick, just one innovatian at a
Time.. Now time disencourages a removal
Of the hardware..As economics encourage
The removal of the beneficiaries..? Of the
Conveniences once intended to make them free.'
Let it fly from our tongues
Words that express
Duress
Love
Sadness
Pure madness
Anger
The stranger
From within
Touch others
Words that smoother
Let it fly from our tongues
Words that express
And Transgress
Tell a story …….
My name is Timothy
but when spoken on your lips it sounds differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be as graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a little closer look into your soul
River stone oh river stone
Rolling down the river
Never drowning in your tears
Never caving to your fears.
Smoother and smoother
As the day goes on
Warmer and warmer
Toward the setting Sun.
Tomorrow will be another day,
A time of plenty,
A time to play
Young and platonic
with a certain feeling
purer than mountain's water.
Faces smoother than silk:
a memory of early youth...
an innocence never spoiled.
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" I-6 Lines Of Romance & Love "
Written by Andrew Crisci
4/13/2012
Cutting them into small pieces
nibbled words will go down smoother;
Chew, your gag reflex decreases
cutting them into small pieces;
With honesty choking ceases,
at times you need to speak slower;
Cutting them into small pieces
nibbled words will go down smoother.
Creamy, cooked with condensed milk
Ultra- chocolate coating
Sweet palatable sauce
Too tasty tempting tongue- smoother.
Added with my favorite flavour vanilla
Roasted nuts to be powdered to get mixed.
Delicious digestive dessert
For all the thoughts that lost their pull
For reasons good and reasons cruel
I stand a shell of who I was
But shells are beautiful, just because
Tossed and turned through years of waves
Wading, for the tides must change
This small crustacean drifts ashore
Smoother now for all it saw
Drums drive the earth
for a smoother rhythm to gears rotating.
The magma within sure makes her run,
how it dances can drive one to tears.
Everyone says that when it's happy
a million scintillating stars are born in its orb.
Man will bow down for miles,
just give that snow globe a shake.
It grows stronger
each moment that passes
It goes down easy
smoother than molasses.
It is much stronger
than iron or steel
Almost invincible
the way we feel.
You make me feel
deeper than I've done
There is no doubt
you are "the one".
You were made for me
in all that you do
Nothing can defeat
my love for you.
EVEN swaying mountains are smoother hungry clouds
And your ticklish roseate lips like match-lit dewdrops
are not a memory but realized onward and carried
within an old man’s satchel; depressed lines as thick
as unfeeling skin; a path to have traveled until the ending
unlike the empty nest that’s screaming.
:: 06-28-2017 ::
I saw you
Smoother than smooth
Exotic
Kissed by strokes of earth tones; and
I can only imagine,
Traversing manhood of mounds
Toned, buffed, offering much joy delight
Noon or night.
So, I asked myself:
Is it the curve of your lips?
The pull of your smile?
The look in your eyes?
Undisguised, as the warmth I feel
Because of you?
*
Boxed Life
She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
too close
looming
A tragic slime
smooth stranger
smoother lover
pried into her life
obsessed
frantic
impossible to reject
she lives
twisted
a boxed life
pulled by strings
too tight
An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face
That existence is not a burden
Never occurred to a mind straining in darkness
But is now what I can grapple with because
You taught me a new language of love
And I expect to read new stories
I will always have an entombed illness
A debilitation that I must walk with
But new languages open new roads
Some that are slightly smoother than others
And easier to walk with you
A classic beauty was his luxury Buick Riviera,
the name of which would never have stayed with me but for the fact
it became a carriage that transported me into magic.
His kisses were smoother than the leather seats on which we embraced.
As I gazed into the eyes of the most beautiful face -
that night and even the name of his car -were seared into my brain.
Cleaning the green
that lines the mold
making it smoother
and softer to hold
Painting a flower
purple and blue,
shaping the leaves
veins running through
The curve of a stem
started to form
and fibrils of petals
sway to a storm
Painting the glaze
the image fogs fast,
making a vase
in time to be passed
And finally on
the bottom side,
I sign my name
And date the time
a strange like feeling
unknown so far,
pierced through me,
with hollowness
of the years, in true.
yet, the life as such,
in a jiffy, gone and flew
that I lived alone
as one in the crew.
its flavour tastier
and rhythm smoother,
when a new shoot
of renunciation grew.
the real happiness,
as I felt, in the detachment
and the stark joy in the fullest,
that was only for me and a few.
I sit and write, begging for beautiful;
If I could l’d keep my image a blur,
or look just like a made up character;
To be striking and unforgettable,
like poems delicately meaningful;
Accepting my face would be easier;
I sit and write;
Possessing a vivid mind is dreadful
this imagination is sinister;
Being a ‘Ten’ would make life smoother,
my face would match my artistic ramble;
I sit and write.