Short Striated Poems
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Sun's eye
Trapped within clouds
Striated steel gray mass
Interspersed lines of golden sun
Covered
Gray cobalt clouds form
Striated with light in places
Rope like twisted clouds
Is this a true sign
Of rain coming down today
Mother nature lies
Dawn cracks with magenta bold, painting a striated horizon's view
The couple's tale of love unfolds with promises like radiant sparkling dew
Striated pastel clouds lay
Nestled in hammock's soft white
Luxurious comfort wait
Sunrises' radiant touch
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Contest: Hammock Of Sky In Tanaga
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date: September 3, 2012
Striated gray and deep pink sky
Fiery red sun rises
As roosters' breath fogs with each crow
And floats with surprises
As cold surrounds every shrub's leaf
An open door sun greets
Another day's blessing a gift
A soul who now's at peace
BANGS
dyed-up bangs over my face like prison bars
fine, without fizz
i need a facelift
tiger’s eyes, striated, squinches
the familiar room seems faceless
dim
the din of one trapped
guilty of nothingness
a pin drops
no one hears in the dark grass
9/5/2018
red sun rising
blue, red, fuchsia striated horizon ....
damp air surrounds
not even a crow's caw
and then unusual animal sounds
We'll call this one a made up Tanka using Jack Collum's word count like in his word count Haiku.
Black striated clouds interspersed
With red sun and blue
Observed by the morning star's light
Sounds entertain but few
Fog fluffy pillows dance 'pon pines
Night creatures still sing mirth
Fanbrushed clouds turn cobalt
Wait for day to be birthed
Night waves good bye to day
Whip-Poor-Will's song cease
Soon all of surrounding heat up
Day's journey heat release
A misbelief
breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages
piecing together the words
of light. The rains come
in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.
Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps birthing
the avatar
without a mother.
I will pick up now
nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.
Satish Verma
Form:
A golden sun tops the black trees
Soon to warm fog's blanket
The cool morn's air will be transformed
And dew's diamond's facets
The roosters enjoy the cool air
Join in chorus singing
Entertain the birds all around
The crows' caws join ringing
Striated whispy clouds cover
The sun's bright white beaming
Will clouds clear, hot sun heat the day
Or will gray stay streaming?
Written:Monday, July 29, 2013
Abstract art reveals the broad, mauve doorway,
To the beautiful world of bold, magical colors,
Of mahogany sunset, with orange, striated display;
Or skewed, vivid homes. Of gem weeping lovers!
The pretty wave of multicolored droplets comes,
And elongated, green flowers wait at sandy shore.
Trees of bicolored blooms, rapturize in two suns.
As ladies walk calico cats. Particolors evermore!
Open my eyes on a bloodshot morning
The champion strains his leash
He's howling in pain, but he's howling in vain
The lights on Love Street are red
Tension mounts in my flesh
The rigidity of perplexed anguish
Turgid in my purple soldier's head
Veins popping, striated muscle pink and warm
I whip him, three times a day
Offer him a hand out of spite
I'll be frank: I spank and I spank
This thing's bigger than the both of us
A line of striated cobalt clouds
Lies across the rising sun
Colors separate the image
Magenta so much fun
A yellow illumination
Above the cobalt blue
Revealing early morning's fog
And trees damp with dew
Wispy clouds dance ballerina moves
Mourning Dove's sing love's tune
Roosters rejoice at a new day
Glad the sun arrived so soon
Porch time is limited today
Those chores need to be done
Help me get through every hour
Let there be delightful fun
Striated colorful clouds
Upon the horizon
Cobalt blue, pink, and sand exposed
Swallows dance come on
The Swallows fled when filled with bugs
And the sun flows bright red
Buzzards begin their journey out
To feast on something dead
The wispy clouds, fanbrushed wide
Add laughter to the blue
A still cool dampness caresses
Birds sing and not a few
Just a short time out on the porch
Enjoying the new dawn
Thank you God for this day's offering
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