Short Stuttering Poems
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A man went a-wooing a lassie
ill at ease with a great biggie
his face all blushing
and him stuttering
she thought him to be quite wacky
born in Stuttgart Germany
that was the start of my journey
with many years of stuttering
today just poems I bring
I’m always doing rhyming
life never a agony
Blooming flowers,
born under springs kiss,
rising to employ,
what life can only wish.
A second chance,
in shames forgivness,
stuttering prayers,
that produce happiness.
Form:
stuttering moments baptised by emotion
they linger by the curtains in the doorway waiting
come now enter do not be afraid
it is only a beating heart that waits
what is there to lose but your life
My heart was fluttering
My words were stuttering
My buns needed buttering
Had a lump in my throat
lost a button on my coat
and both feet were afloat
on that steamy saucy night
with my sexy Dreamboat!
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
is there a sign on my back?
label me since you're a quack
too many names
we're playing games
we're all complaining
because we're paining
too much suffering
I'm not stuttering
moments of peace
will never cease
Reduced to nonsense and gibberish
Unable to think; the brain’s gone squish
Dissolved into a puddle of drool
A muttering, stuttering dazed old fool.
Diminished capacity all can see
Sadly, not Biden, I’m talking ‘bout me.
A candy shaped heart
Sweet sounding words "I Love You"
You are mine to taste
A rose there in thorns
Light in Pink Highlights dark reds
Enhanced in True Love
Stuttering my speech
Is it Heaven wrapped Stellar
This kiss you gave me?
there's too many sickness
medicines hit or miss
stuttering over weight
addictions big debate
some can't be seen
few eyes are mean
judgments are made
they'll never fade
they'll slap a label on me
saying I shouldn't be free
calling from the bush
to a stuttering Moses
"H-h-h-ere I a-am," he said
and the voice replied:
"I have a mission for ya,
hope you like manna."
Written April 4th, 2016
For the Senryu on Angels Contest Hosted by Marvin Celestial
It’s raining outside today,
Can’t you tell?
Even though the curtains are drawn tight
And the only sound in this silence
is the echo of a stuttering breath
I know
That it’s raining outside today
And I know it by the gloom in my heart.
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
Wet plates of brainy salad
stalling amongst stale French Verbs
The severed heads of Queens
rot alongside the Thames
Sullen rain for the beavered
stuttering in its grief
The pretence of concentration
gapples with flames fury
amongst dusty books
Since emails became king, the postal service is suffering
Maybe that's why the cost of a stamp causes stuttering
Are you serious, last time I looked
A stamp didn't cost an arm and a foot
Now need a freaking bank loan, to myself I'm muttering
taking an
ordinary
stick and
stuttering
didn't do
the trick
sssstick
so this
time i
took the
gag from
my mouth
pronouncing
sssshtuck
what the fah
kidding i did
it again then
realized that
i needed to be
juggling at the
same time and
out came
shtick
Form:
Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Mandruka was always a spluttering
Wife was always talking and muttering
Then came Frank who was always fluttering
Golly, Molly was always stuttering
Mandruka’s wife yelled stop that blundering.
Written: Aug. 11, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
The door so softly
clicks
closed
so
quietly
quietly.
I wonder where to go
with half a
heartbeat.
I will surely die
without a full
breath to light
dark chambers
stuttering
puddling scarlet
stains
a breathless western sunset.
Feeling your breath
Your skin
Your touch
Your hair
Hearing your voice
Your laugh
Your sobs
Your thoughts
Knowing you’re there
You’re near
You’re close
You’re in touch
You’re everything I know
But I wonder why
I still stutter and still stuttering
As I feel, hear, know you.
The sound of the sea on the sand
a rumbling roaring noise
a million voices hit the land
natures voice-box , gives its poise.
A vast muttering as the sea receed's
a swelling stuttering, the sea over the rocks
shocked echoing, undertow exerts its needs
an unending roar
to your ears it locks.
Elizabeth alexander 21/2/2016
spooky sleep staggering
with wills wielding
hoisted hands hankering
lurching, fiddling lids
sumptuous state stuttering
eerie end enveloping
Zeus zipping zeals
pricking pulsing peels
moaning mists munching
summoned sundry saps
gaunt gods grasped
pruning punctured pats
"Leave for Earth,
damp desirous death."
19:12:06:07:49
She twirls, swirls, dips and sways
In exotic costumes of satin and tulle
She leaps into the air her arms fluttering
Her pirouettes leave audiences stuttering
Into the wings she glides with grace
Then reappears to thunderous applause
An experience filled with fun and delight
Only at the ballet can we see such a sight.
Written October 2, 2021
I’m at the front of the line for a burger.
There are fumes behind me.
From the ones who are waiting for me.
Through my pauses and stuttering.
Ticking and tapping behind me.
Tapping feet that is like marching in my ears.
But this burger…
It’s my favorite in the world.
I survived waiting in line this long.
And they will survive waiting on me.
Last night when the first
snow fell I was hovering
on the doorstep of
yours anxiously and
wringing my hands without a
dare to knock, even
my voice was laced by
unspoken poetry and
only stuttering
came out of my mouth.
I wanted to act; to love
out loud and fill the
space in between, but
under the shadow of a
doubt this void was made to grow.
The light guides those lost to shore. This is faith.
Bringing hope to those without it, from a distance.
Lost in a sea of melancholy, floating into the abyss.
That one last breath before the plunge into darkness.
Lungs stuttering for the air that calms, the air inside.
A shudder in the deep chasm. A shiver in the dark.
The light steals from dark again and again, and again.