Short Spindly Poems

harvest moon
spindly pine tree's darkness
silence sleeps

1/13/2024...

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A spindly young fawn 
wanders away from its doe.
Coyotes must eat.


Donal Mahoney...

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a spindly cedar
blown by the northerly wind...
winter's sun rise ...

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Crescent moon inching
across a crisp morning sky
dipping horizon

cautious, it eludes fingers
of spindly, reaching branches...

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apple blossoms
fall from spindly boughs
to browning grass
squirrel digging
for nuts


2-18-2022
A Brian Strand Tanka Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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pray tell what to do when a tree looks at you
with those sullen sunken knotty eyes
and then as he flashes those spindly twig lashes
and sappy tears when it comes to goodbyes



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baby giraffe born

unsteady on spindly legs

mommy nudges him
    


           A Moment in Nature Poetry Contest
           Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
           25th January 2021...

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the albatross of hope
has begun his descent

wings of regret
blocking warm sun

fragile dreamsaplings
doubled over in spindly lament

windswept harvest fields
empty, quiet

stagnant ponds of self-loathe
give no reflection...

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The tiniest microbes do the greatest harm
    some with spindly legs
      some with toothpick arms

  They fell powerlifting champions
    take down mighty oaks

   Fools dismiss 'germs' as a hoax
     Wise men aware they might croak...

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Spindly elbows skew 
Laurie rides his rusty steed —
Owl eyes sparkle blue.

Blue-bottomed bees buzz
Through dappled dims, garden green —
Whispered perfume haze.

Twilight windows glow
Wispy wings are glass-dancing —
Gecko chuck chuck goes....

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Young Kevin had spindly knock knees.
He got in every place with ease.
The knocking made such racket,
that people were ecstatic,
to open up, so his knees would cease!


Written on : 11/23/2022
For: Children's Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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Make Sure Seat Reserved

For skies to be friendly,
Should be old and spindly;
One day body is preserved,
So make sure seat is reserved;
Or friendly, sky may not find to be.

That guy was 69 years old. 
Will the case rest after his 
head hit the head rest?


Jim Horn...

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In the space between wall and door
The frogs grin
Paper death masks and spindly, clutching fingers
Jarring trespassers with their menacing absurdity

On the doorstep
The verge of confession, keyhole whispers
I stroke the tiny corpses
Defiance taut against my fingertips

I shall never die...

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I spend my time,  staring at the sky
jealous of those trees that can reach such great heights
I see their spindly branches winding out into the atmosphere
I feel the heaviness in my limbs
Aren't we both reaching out for you
Grieving my inadequacy 
 While I stand here with my empty arms outstretched 


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Fool of jesters
jester of fools
performs for fat
spindly legged kings
who slap their sides
in glee of his merriment
as around the court
he dances in his 
three cornered hat
and turned up shoes
which jingle with
tiny bells as
with gaiety he
plays his mandolin
and sings of
the indiscretions
of lords and ladies.....

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No one else is prepared. 

To be a person who’s luck is never spared. 

They let me live, but not so kindly. 

Hate lives here, long and spindly. 

But even so, I’d never switch-

My life with someone who has never been bewitched. 

I’ve learned to abide, and let them trodden.

On all my hope, which they say is sodden....

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Christmas tidings boldly blare
Limp hands raise; taut lips flare
Minstrels and accordions pair
Rite, decorum forthrightly pare
Songs, instruments roundly declare
Strum the harp 'till spindly strings wear
Clang the cymbals revelry to share
Ring the bells no mirth we'll spare
Sing the melody a heartier fare
Loud your anthems fill the air...

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it’s colder now
much colder
ice clings to a welcome
few accept
the old couple
is absent
as are their family
of squirrels
a chilled sun peeks
through spindly branches
mocked by icy chimes
a distant church bell weeps
its tone muffled by the snow
it’s colder now
more from emptiness
than frost


John G. Lawless
©11/16/2018...

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gold morning daylight
buds joined to spindly branches
clear dew reflects hill

from its hive bee flew
pollen sticks to its long hairs~
sun bluebonnets face

crunch of fallen leaves
litter layer earthworm feed~
croaking wood frog leaps

9/21/2022

A Haiku Collection Of Three - Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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A spindly girl one far-off year
With both knees scabbed and flouncing skirt,
She kicked the ball and ran to first
And I felt glad to watch her sprint
Or catch her smile, just hear her laugh,
And when she neared, my heart, it raced,
My throat went tight and head grew light,
My first true clue that life’s pursuit
Is winning love and female grace....

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A chill in the air
ignites my dry bones
washing over with sweetness.
I inhale, consumed with an appetite
assuaged only with the kiss of hiemal night.
Branches spindly, frigid, and gaunt
strike at the grey darkened sky,
while a cool mist blankets the ground.
Crystalline prisms dance through the air
as I take in the gentle crisp silence of Winter....

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My Shiny Beetle

I found a shiny beetle,
I call him Glitterbug Jim.
He’s dead and I’m heartbroken
So I’m going to immortalise him.
I’ll wrap him round in resin
So all the world can see
His spindly legs and shiny bot
For all Eternity.
Yes, I’ll wrap him round in resin
And write a mournful verse
So he can rest forever
In his little resin hearse....

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If it wasn't for winter,
Who would see
The branches of a naked tree?
Yes, we mourn 
Bright this 
And Pretty that,
Yet look at the show the branches
Put On:
Spindly fingers brushing the sky,
Some,
Straight up in a pert salute
To the heavens,
Some, wildly white,
Adamant
Against a dark gray sky.

It's their time to shout their glory:
All we have to do is notice....

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Swaddled 
in an Afghan 
woven by my step grandmother's 
thin spindly fingers, 
I am 
warmer than the womb 
then the 
pale yellow grey 
wall paper 
that 
seems to surround 
and wobble 
like the water globe 
on my dresser. 

Above, 
I see 
my mothers face, 
round, 
soft, 
tallow cheeks, 
I want to squeeze them 
pull the rosiness, 
into my small palms 
and eat it up....

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The sky was blue today.
Sun light glinted on my eye lids and bare stretching branches.
Along the railway embankment, though it is early spring,
the spindly matted trees, silhouetted against the cloudless sky,
glistened a golden russet red.
Melodious song rung out from the hedgerows and,
as I walked,
the wind caressed my face.
Today the sky was blue and nature held my heavy heart
in her tender warm embrace....

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