Short Snaring Poems
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the crow is cawing
on the perch of silky morning
dream snaring the sleep
waken stars going to life
light of activeness wins dark
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
31/08/2021
delicate ruffled
rose colored geraniums
snaring honey bees
lasting all summer
lifting faces to the sun
glorifies the yard
bordering garden
a fairy like loveliness
lasting one season
Leaving them hopeless
Breaking their spirit
animals sometimes
humans other times
puts them in cages
torments their souls
soulless monsters
imprisoning
setting a trap
capturing
enslaving
kidnapping
tricking
snaring
hunt
In the Horizon Blue
Soars a lone Kite
Hope rises anew
Ascend of the sun
Pale Soft Hue
Snaring all unspoken words
Awe-inspiring dream
Of your captivating beauty
Open your heart
See through your soul
Merry Christmas love you all - Ashek
Expressive plum-tipped lips have cursed the fog
enchanting senses- snaring drifting minds
the petaled blush within the mist of Northwood bogs
is fair Calypso dancing there amidst the sheets
her scent a whispering tale that held agog-
a gallant hero like Odysseus.
Revised Madonna Monologue
What are you snaring at?
Strike a Praise
All it takes is Faith
Transform into newness
Change for the better
Step up to the alter
Greatness of Moses, David, John the Baptist, Joshua and Isaac
Courage to step out
Come as you are
Beautifully made
Come out the shade of darkness into Heaven’s guiding light
Spiritual Superstar
Watch the blessing take you far
Spiritual Vogue
All that and no cattle
Mi cattle against the
Fence
Big Bear snaring and drizzling
Mounting a cowboys defense
Tame the ego's get
Ya'll selves in line
2 marries the morning
Baby just take your time
We in zone
From the middle
You can toss to the end
They ain't looking
They ain't tryna be your friend
There's someone in charge of
Those things we can't understand
Put the pepper on it
Target out your man
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The brightest flame throws
the heaviest of shadows
trailing at your feet—
binding sorrow's fierce burden
to chains around your ankles
As day progresses,
your wishes stretch further out—
snaring the shadows
in the sharp thorns of regret
tearing with every movement
Yet shadows bear proof
that you rose up, defiant,
making your stance clear,
bearing the wild wrath of fire—
burning until night descends
Mind in the fetal position contemplating
Rosicrucian Cosmo Conception-Theory
seen on the back of a crackerjacks box
with no prize inside.
all they offered was to arrange
a meeting of the minds
so i went,
and you stayed back with Thomas.
So there i stood, lying down,
asleep, counting sheep,
that were wide awake.
Belly buttons of giants
full of lint-
traps snaring, finger prods
along the shores of the mind.
Songs found together,
Lost in the ether,
Never again to be heard.
Back in their cases,
Tied up with laces,
Memories captured , like birds.
Turn radio off,
A flame for a moth,
Sad, genial melodies.
They fissure my heart,
And hold me apart,
Snaring with sweet harmonies.
Anthems of love,
lost like a glove,
Just one half still listening.
These tunes heard alone,
Don't have any soul,
They no longer mean a thing.
31 Aug 2011
What ridiculous thing must I do
to get a simple smile from you?
I'll stand on my head and wiggle my ears,
anything; you need but ask,
I am eager to please.
I will gladly entertain you
if you would merely look my way.
And for the price of just one kiss;
I'll strut about on stilts all day.
Turn that frown around;
I'm happy to be your clown,
I love how you laugh...
I will be your dream catcher,
snaring nightmares; none shall pass.
While delaying gratification,
you stripped-down
to bones.
It was winter solstice,
when day and night confronted
each other-
in negativity. Tracking
the frozen footprints, my absence
was generic.
I dread the barrenness-
of looks, the unwritten wounds
seeking the healer.
The avalanche falling
rapidly on the streets, with placards
demanding the gallows-
for the tainted. The
victim lies still. Ashes fly
back at the purebreds.
Satish Verma