Short Staring Poems
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Watch the edges of my memories
curl slipping out of focus
The abyss slowly erodes
staring at my ethereal hand
it goes
Staring at the dark
Enemies from the shadows
Paranoia draws;
Refuse its windmill fight and
Dream into tomorrow's light
From the shop mirror there was an elderly lady staring at me. In revenge, I bought Mickey Mouse top. With glittering jets.
STARING CONTEST
challenge of silence
one turns blue with guffaw cheeks
eye contact shatters
7/16/2017
senryu form
It's not the fireworks
It's not the starry sky
It's not the staring moonlight
It's the night I chased darkness alone
Tonight, the moon's staring at me
Does it suspect I'm writing about it
Really, it must ~
Why else the fuss
Dreams bloom
from simple wonders.
They dance,
staring with desire.
Standing-
at a distance-
is reality.
I think its sleepy time
Eyes are just staring, not blinking
Its time for a drink and a rhyme
As my energy boat is sinking
Blue eyes
That looks back at me.
Melting your heart.
You can't help
But love those
Blue eyes.
Staring back at you.
an enchanted child
blue moon in the firmament...
a staring contest
Date written: 06/08/2020
Dry grass staring at
Sweet water in your sleek glass
A sudden tempest
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17/12/2016
Paper tiger,
Good afternoon
Staring at
The paper moon
Lurking at
The water’s edge,
Capturing the
Beautiful origami bird
"invincibly Vincent"
staring at the sun
blinding my eyes
starry starry
nights might
i wish
to see
sun
flowers
Metals I adore
Shiniest gemstones galore.
Staring into store
Windows filled with those jewels,
Filled with beautiful colors.
Hermit
self-assured
solitary soul
longing eyes
staring far
peering down his inner self
forgetting himself.
kibitzer neighbor
a blatant staring voyeur
vicariousness
living our dream lives
peeking into our bedrooms
crazy old woman
The dog stood in the bread bin
He was staring out to sea
So he baked some scones, bread and cakes
And we had them for our tea.
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Yeah, you caught me
staring at you
But I couldn't
help myself
I'm addicted
to beautiful
I caught the
Eyes of this
Bashful moon,
Staring at me,
Hiding behind
This white
Sycamore tree
I ran and
Shouted with glee
Sitting, standing, needy, and demanding
staring nervously at my hands, then my feet
passion rising like summer heat
blossoming flowers,
array of diverse colours,
staring at the sky
the rainbow appears,
mingle the many colours,
the blend of beauty
Stirring my coffee
Staring right in front of me
Thoughts flies like echoes
Reverberating the past
Silence whispered... I'm alive.
Stop staring! Holocaust survivors!
Oprah! Ann & Nancy Wilson!
Mother! Brother! Father! Friends!
Can’t you see I’m no longer a man?
Water fell from eyes
which held a face staring; me
Hiding will not pass
the sight of your wanting need
So I'll beautifully lie...
cold and snow arrives
young praying mantes last bow
staring at the trees
content to see the egg sacs
holding their spring progeny