Short Stammering Poems
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My vision hijacked by thoughts small and big
My mind stammering with words not yet born
My words aroused by visions of timeless captivity
Form:
To the left of the middle
Is the right way
And your wrong turns
Force me to give premature partings
I haven’t been listening
To your car’s stammering sound
I just know you’re gone
I don’t even have to look
Form:
Shopping for groceries, this sweet young filly
Bent over which made me act very silly
Accidentally bumped her behind
Which was quite well defined
Started stuttering and stammering involuntarily
Cold
Mist shrouds
Eerie feel
Stammering back
Candle light flickers
Shadows dance on the walls
She dances with them, smiling.
Depression, the silent killer.
Walking into the black, she belongs
Wanting to follow, the chains hold me back.
While shopping for groceries, this sweet young filly
Bent over which made me act very silly
Accidentally bumped her behind
Which was quite well defined
Starting stuttering and stammering involuntarily
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hammering heart
Where to start
Foggy brain
Feeling insane
Stammering words
No vocal cords
Trembling hands
Wish i had friends
Clammy feet
Trying to find a seat
Blushing face
This is no race
Survival at most
Not here to boast
With my eyes lifted above
I am saved by love
levity
brevity
amorous
glamorous
dreamily
steamily
rapidly
happily
carefully
gracefully
hammering
stammering
clamoring
yammering
merrily
verily
quackery
hackery
rendez-vous
mountain dew
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 9, 2019 for contest SCREWED XX sponsored by ROB CARMACK - RANKED 14TH
Back when
all that laid ahead
were the unheard
tales of time
tensely twirling
towards tomorrow.
Where our
hollow heedless
heads of hope
would wistfully
follow.
Still strumming
out their
stammering
starless streams
of desolate
undecided
dreams.
Then bashfully
burn out
into bittersweet
beams of
belittlement.
Form:
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping,
speak without stammering,
my embarrassments fade
in the glow of your smile.
There is no pretense.
I need no safety net;
your closeness brings
a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight,
and hoping that you'll never let me go
I feel complete.
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in
his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping
and speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
I need no safety net;
there is no pretense.
Your closeness brings
a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight
and hoping that you'll
never let me go
I feel complete.
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in
his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping
and speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
I need no safety net;
there is no pretense, no prevarication;
your closeness brings me
to a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight
and hoping that you'll
never let me go
I feel complete.
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in
his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping
and speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
I need no safety net;
there is no pretense, no prevarication;
your closeness brings me
to a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight
and hoping that you'll
never let me go
I feel complete.
Broken buried bond
Regretful recurring rain
Pouring putridly passionless
Provocative priceless pain
Falling furiously fast
Ominous oath to obey
Torrential teary torment
Conventional course conveyed
Submersed soul stammering
Darkness deadening distantly
Drowning deep disarray
Methodically mocking me
Laughter lingers lucidly
Submerged suffering sight
Treading thoughts tenaciously
For a fruitless fearful fight
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
...for Juvie
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in
his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping
and speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
I need no safety net.
There is no pretense,
no prevarication,
your closeness brings
a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the street,
holding you so tight
and hoping that you'll
never let me go
I feel complete.
I think I owe you an apology
An apology that is perhaps four years too late
I'm stammering and fumbling
Mumbling the words I simply cannot say
In my pockets I carry to many IOUs
I've lost track of the times I beguiled you
The murmured whispers of me were true
You should have walked away before you knew
And now I am the battered and the bruised
Wishing I had never pulled away from you
So here is my apology four years too late
And not one year too soon
I feel safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping,
speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
There is no pretense.
I need no safety net;
your closeness brings
a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight,
and hoping that you'll never let me go
I feel complete.
Author Note
...the first poem I ever wrote.
desire is the root of conflicts
and..passion is the height of bliss
zenith
detached attachment is the key
to open up the moment
creativity is a boon
a blind man is stammering
we were welding our souls
it has been a long time
since
black or white blood is red
yellow or brown poles are long
green or blue holes are round
war is a crime, definitly
sleep is an escape
a hibernation a cleanse
the peak of meditation
delta of the river
we need a spiritual bypass
march 6-5.45am
Form:
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
...my first poem
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I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in
his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping
and speak without stammering,
my embarrassment fades
in the glow of your smile.
I need no safety net;
there is no pretense, no prevarication;
your closeness brings me
to a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight
and hoping that you'll
never let me go
I feel complete.