Short Streetlamp Poems
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the refrigerator hums
clocks tick
a lone streetlamp
sheds it circle of light
snow-muffled steps
approach, retreat
inside, outside
the hush of midnight's beat
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empty train platform~
midnight rain taps old tin roofs
no footsteps echo
a stray cat licks its wet fur
under the flickering streetlamp
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It fills space with sense of grace.
Vitality curved in stone.
Sips of serendipity,
linger on as sediment—
long after applause dispels
likes into cadent memoirs.
Mellow in contemplation!
Jelly-set in sentiment!
I gorge on black ink shadows
and gulp down silver moon beams
delectable, saporous
by the streetlamp marinade
me hallucinating art
on a diet of glow world
hue imbued hungry brushstrokes
dream garnish o'er starlit feast
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The glass remembers light,
sharp edges soft with time—
each fracture holds the sky
like a half-spilled prayer,
while the streetlamp hums
a hymn of shattered dreams.
Together by the streetlamp
I hunger for your kisses.
With your tongue exploring mine
As you search deep within me.
Through juicy primal desire
Delicious passions explode.
My wanton urges descend
Unquestioned I then pulsate.
(Streetlamp)
street
at night
shadows dance
to flickering
lamp
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Contest: Illumination
Sponsor: Steven Henderson
Our promenade - a streetlamp
shines on cream fog memories,
conjuring crusty croissants,
piquant parmesan pasta,
as tiramisu tarts tease,
sweetly taunting my tongue and
shining cream fog memories
on coffee, black and bitter.
Standing beneath a streetlamp
At my hometown country fair
An odor so refreshing
Was lingering through the air
Thinking about my sweetheart
With my hands upon her hips
And feeling my heart; beating
From the flavour of her lips
the saltiness of my tears
drips upon my lips and tongue
after rolling down my face
from the blandness of our love
that was a savored passion
until the dawn of heartbreak
when our portions of love changed
and love became spoiled and cold
sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight
Upright fluorescent streetlamp
Kind host of the village boys
Sweet memories twined with it
Cycling around the pole base
Playing hours with friends under
Mouth watering snacks nearby
Chat with girlfriend in starburst
As yummy as vendor’s trays!
The dark of night does not know
the light as it curates dawn
of a new day rising bright
with a sweetened smorgasbord
of color touching the tongues
of nature thirsty for hope
in a world gone dry with hate
seasoned with our children's blood.
on our way back from a trip,
got down by the bright streetlamp.
hunger raged, bowels rumbled.
the inviting smell of food,
wafted from nearby cafe.
noodles and spicy meat fry,
with a cup of steaming tea,
titillated our palate.
splashes of color
over a gray horizon
darkness and light
mud puddles reflect
muted hues of Heaven
tears mix with rain
under a streetlamp
an unexpected brilliance
absorbs the shadows
stormclouds have parted
revealing a golden sun
rainbows fade away
A cheap imitation toy
Next a deep colored strewn rose
In a house in the 'burbs
At nighttime under heavy snow.
A faltering streetlamp
Near an unretrieved upturned trash barrel;
A backyard dog looks out to lick the snow.
Then silence for a while.
I read Camus
in the front garden
in the light of
the streetlamp
across the street
and thought about death
drum n bass played
from the house
across the street
laughter, a cigarette
thoughts of
grandfather suicide
laughter from across
the street. a tear
but it’s only smoke
Nothing occurred before
nor after this time
of a streetlamp burning
on avenues untraveled
At the heart of my question
is the thing I die to ask
too much for my tongue
far too often timid
If one minute the world is cruel
only to warrant ennui
the ensuing is absurd
familiar as an old joke
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In the kitchen at 3 a.m.,
dust motes hang suspended
in a wedge of streetlamp glow.
Grandmother's teacup
rests half-full on the counter,
steam still coiling upwards
though she left thirty years ago.
The linoleum remembers.
For a small poem
Night rain falls softly
On a cobble stones
Seen by a streetlamp
From roofs rain rolls
Down like tears and
Not a word is spoken.
A little nothing
A cat sits on
The steps
Not catching rats
Admires
The moon
Flavor of eve grows rancid
Neath this lamp where all was sweet
Minty eyes savoring lips
Buffet of emotions thrilled;
But candy coated with lies
You were not mine to relish
Appetizer I the least
On her tart walks on this street.
Contest: Sense Of Taste, Nette Onclaud
July 28, 2025
Contest : Sense Of Taste
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Date : July 30, 2025
My dream desire is enticed
by your radiance shimmering
while you stand by the streetlamp,
shape for me passion aura,
resplendent in onyx night.
Flavor of love drapes my sense
with patina of rapture.
Its sequins I soak entranced.
When the day allowed eyes their sight
On the way…
There were three pigeons
Near the electric streetlamp
Automobiles went under it…
What a lot of wishes and ambitions in peoples’ heads
Nobody looked up and saw them
There were three pigeons
Near the electric streetlamp
Life is like a pigeon’s flight
Occupied with ambitions…
Looking under
the streetlamp
vision departs
While all that we’re
missing
hides in the dark
The familiar
accepted
our nature’s are such
That what’s in
our comfort zone
pleases us much
Distracting
from vistas
that broaden our view
Unknown
and still waiting
— to birth us anew
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Middle of the dark night
New moon uncloaks the stars
My wife snores gently in bed
My border collies resting comfortably
The warm night entices me
I stand in the dark yard
The heavens are spread before me
A lone streetlamp glows in the distance
Its ghostly light a small beacon
Yet it does not disturb me