Short Splitting Poems
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no more splitting hares
white rabbit's clock is ticking ...
stop passing the buck
03/03/20
Windfalls,
bruised gold splitting,
their sweet rot perfumes the mouth
of earth. I breathe the death that feeds
new life.
Splitting
Nothing is
A task for
A word
To make sense
Of it all..
More words
Assist on a
Task without end..
Splitting
Nothing is
A task for
A word
To make sense
Of it all..
More words
Assist on a
Task without end..
we
are splitting
at the height
of an untimely rain
atoms
naked
trees of despair
the fire
in the belly
of a distant star
we are..
Form:
Splitting soil and rock; quaking,
shaking dance of death.
Land and sea alike,
Well shaken; no stirring here;
an earthquake, temper tantrum.
Once happy home now broken;
Mom and Dad are splitting up.
Only child tries to fix rift,
but it's all for naught.
Date written: 08/05/2021
kings
hierarchies
are the stuff of
stories
of history
of the stage
featuring the
impossible
splitting of
simply nothing
Two rabbits will always make haste
One minute is too long to waste
Each split-second counts
So he quickly mounts
The chaste are chased by the two-faced
I can’t believe you could do such a thing,
You’re splitting you and me,
I’m not blaming you,
It’s not your fault
It's the oppisit
Im blaming myself.
Form:
Teeth ache from the clench.
Tension.
Restraint.
Busting forth and out, like the splitting of an atom.
No mercy to those around.
Caught in the blast.
BOOM!
Form:
Ear-splitting rants...
Defiant drumbeats
~ What do they teach my child?
Day 8 of the Chicago Teacher's Strike
Saturday, October 26, 2019
As he read from his poetic works
Romance filled her heart
Overcome was she with delight
Until he split an infinitive
(This is just in fun..)
I plan on working on it..
Form:
Trump and Lincoln
Lincoln split long logs;
What Trump has given me is
A splitting headache.
Can you imagine building
things with Dump Trump
logs wearing shower clogs.
The White Rabbit while all was in bed
Snuck in the back and ate all the bread
He thought it was funny
This silly white bunny
Till the Red Queen said...OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
splitting the water
from the upper and lower
drinking and bathing
Russell Sivey
Entered into Charles Henderson's "The NO Contest, Contest" contest
3/30/2012
Shards breaking and splitting
I saw myself shatter
What it the mirror
Or was it me?
I hear it fall on the ground
Me or the mirror?
What's the difference?
What's the difference?
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Manifestation~
the quiet violence of roots
splitting rock, the way light
bends around a thing
until the thing becomes
the light.
How the very air
c-r-a-c-k-l-e-s
when she
steps into a room
like silver
stilettos
ravaging stinging insects
splitting every second
My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.
The venom attacks
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel.
I hear
The quivering of fear
I see
A splitting image of who I want to be
Oh dear
Seems once again I stuck my head through the mirror
Why bother
No reason to change, what suits one always upsets another
Form:
The wind splitting gaps
And creating a soothing hum
Rustling branches sway
The sky is open as sunset ends the day
The horizon turns colors of autumn
As nature closes it's eyes
Only stars light the skies
Gold
ruptures
shining pearl,
splitting ashen
powdered nebula
languidly changing form.
Infused fuchsia wisps unfold
drowsily thread by thread trailing
athwart the resplendent crimson orb
seductively slipping into twilight.
Silver light from sister stars,
Splitting beams across the dark,
Softly lending what it has,
Spilling gold upon the plain,
Striking chords of quiet grace,
Showing how the cosmos gives,
Silent love that binds us all.
You go to bed unhappy,
in a separate room I also am unhappy.
Neither of us know why.
We worry too much
about each other's unhappiness.
Maybe we should talk less,
unhappiness always starts as a word
in our heads.