Short Snapshot Poems
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As I took a mental snapshot of the moon lit night
I thought of my father, as the stars shined bright
11-21-16
Alexis Y
Eduoard Vuillard art of the snapshot
revealed his artistic love a lot
He became a bit of a recluse
losing his motivating impetus
SNAPSHOT by James Edward Lee Sr.
Picture perfect, snap
In the dark flash shoots a light
flash, flash, flash, snap shot
12/03/17
Lost in memory;
Wasted breath and time take toll.
The minds eye, can be so cruel
Snapshots of fading moments;
Laughter and a love long dead.
old faded polaroid~
the memory of yesteryear
distant and discolored
snapshot of a past
vague but not forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
a curled snapshot
shivers in the drawer~
its blank center
softly glowing,
as if the moment
it once captured
were trying
to return
A
young lad,
apprenticed
and learning the
trade-
holds
steady
his candle-
a light into his
world.
an ekphrasis after Georges de la Tour's painting
Like snapshots our memories are
Fleeting only in seconds passing
Rewind to double expose and overlap
Attempts to organize and remember
Flashes by at the end
Sometimes all it takes
is a snapshot of a child
dripping in blue rain
with ripples of innocence
accompanied by madness.
Just One Tanka
for Alfred Vassalo
lazy
lazy
day
a still
life
indeed:
waiting
here
as
seconds
become
minutes
and
then....
an hour
passes
me by
for ever
in the here and now..
what I see..
unique
as it appears to me-
whatever is meant..
form
is the content
impressions.
.from within-
so to begin..
this secret,for free..
..know how to see
On wrinkled canvas winter spider
weaves senility web,
grief of loss instilled in hedonist psyche.
Memory morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in snapshot of narcissist framed.
my bleary and teary eyes
– throw back a snapshot of your pain, dear!
PLACED: 3rd
Empathy Poetry Contest
Monoku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Date: 29-09-2022
Her tears fill up the ocean,
life scenes are in slow motion.
Each snapshot takes a toll,
on her lost and empty soul.
As she awaits shapeless train
headed to melancholy lane.
04/29/2023
The ebony boots should have tripped ‘em,
glamour locked in a snapshot.
Party was dead ‘til
dolls showed up.
Owned
that
hard wood floor.
Pink polka dot stripes,
so busy but they worked it.
A hit with that white hot smokey eye.
I have a clear quartz sphere that has a galaxy inside
effervescent inclusions of suspended breadcrumbs
a blow of dust snapshot of another dimension who
pay their bills kiss their infants and tend their lawns
and we… the grains, held in yet another playground
The
rich joy
of the earth's
diversity
The clover meadow
a wildflower delight
Snapshot of bumblebees drinking
valuable nectar liquid
Sucking through its narrow proboscis
June is the time for our dreams to come true
PRINTS
snapshot
images
though frozen in time
their faces are beaming
I touch their smiles recalling
"Memories in a treasure box"
Written June 27, 2016
for the "Clarity in a Treasure Box" Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
The Things I Felt As A Child,
Should Have Never Been Captured,
They Now Hide,
In-Between Wrinkled Pages Of Poetry,
For Me To Write,
With Years Of Pondering,
A Snapshot In Time,
My Minds Eye,
The Reasons Behind,
I Wanted To Die,
But Lived To Tell,
Me Too.
~Vickie Thayer~
The wild blackbird
had a huge wound
where feathers should be
on his back
was his attacker
a once friendly beak
a bat
or maybe even a cat
the little bird
lay on his chest
splayed out
open to the sun's rays
to heal him.
P.S. My little mate is alive and well frollicking in the leaves.
A sunset walk past a garden
midday frolic in the meadow
Early morning glide through a forest
sunrise snapshot of a glistening lake
How we take our eyes, our ears
our five senses for granted
With all of them implanted
this earth is enchanted
1.
O you grasshopper
Don’t fleet anymore, go home
Rain! Float you away.
2
Full moon glows and I
Lying on grass peep at the
Black sky, full of stars.
3
Haiku, as like as
Bonsai, snapshot of nature
JPG format .
4
It’s a gusty night
She and me in a small room
Were gustoing closely.
Time turns on wrinkled canvas,
winter spider in twilight hour
weaves senility web,
empty eyes wander in wasteland.
Hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
Face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of narcissist impulse congealed.
Your lines of desire, and forms of dreams.
Your curves of happiness, of questions.
I love you.
Your grooves of yearn, and thoughts of want.
Your poles of ideals, of colors.
I love you so much.
Your snapshot to bliss, and openness to freedom.
Your shadow of lust, of eyes.
I love you, I want you, I have you.
he keeps a picture
of his dead wife
in the top pocket
of the starch white
prison shirt he wears.
her parents,
ever crying,
often sit
on wooden pews
in the small town's church;
the smell of
candle wax
surrounding them.
as for he,
he'll keep
that snapshot
in that shirt
for another
sixteen years.