Short Sub Poems

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Tanka 04, No Title Fortanka - Sub: Winter

Lightning blinds minds eyes.
Thunder defens my lone heart
Static charged my pride.
Pouring rain drenched my sorrow
Cold dark winter dampens love.
© Sam Raj  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member sub-track

time's sub-tracks tie-me
to a now

that's as some...

pre-sent present pressing
to pass-age in

a timeless aware-nest


stans sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member a time sub mission

under over within
a sky
we're water matter
space time

just a sub-mission
of a
relative-at-tea
etching a way

through the
erosion
we call time
change


len
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Sub-Zero

You know it’s the end
when shadows abandon

Memory fades
as light is recalled

No longer master, 
 time is imploding

Wishes undreamed
—then nothing at all

(The New Room: April, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

Growing Up Sub-Zero

Growing Up Sub-Zero 
looking down at all my childhood hero's 
lifeline crossing borderlines we immigrant we gotta make our peso dinero 
Im growing up in a hot neighborhood yet it can get cold hearted SUB-ZERO.


Premium Member a poe-at-tree sub-mission

cofmmmph...
an underwater sub-mission-can
be a toil...

letting a...
wait-less-nest take your weight
to a free...

dome where...
t'is-you that floats further off into
some current space...


stans sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cultural Evolution In Sub-Urbia

The Scrub Jays
Deserve All Their
Dominance Too!

Clever And Wise!

Pecking All The
Gray Squirrel's 
In The Head...

"Our Horde Is Sound!"

        *******

PECKPECKPECKPECKPECK!

-Gray Squirrel

05-04-2026

Sub-Way

'C'
Making all stops in between
We ride local trains for local scenes
A variety of things.
‘C’ stands for cool, collective, control
a slow train to ease the pace of a new york race
for some it gives time
for others, it takes time away.
Form:

Winter Sub Zero

zero
under
zero

!!!

zero 
up
zero

!!!

minus under minus
minus up minus

minus under plus
minus up plus

plus under minus
plus up minus

!!!

o’ winter sub zero
under you
I'm dead hero!



-January 31,  2019 Chattogram
Form:

Premium Member A Poetic Sub Mission

poetics be as from
a poe-attic view

as if...

a periscopic mind
be in charge

of a...

sub mission to
observe all round

then launch...

from one imagination
to another image-nation

poetics...

of a sub-misson
effecting a noticable as

right writ..


stan
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Premium Member Sub Prime

Shadows move across the floor
Sun-beams trace patterns on the door

Quiet echos in the hall
Neighbours no longer call

Space fills the empty chair
Neglect...replacing care

Children's voices no more sing
Telephone bells no longer ring

A place no human now takes their ease
The'For Sale' board rattles in the breeze
Form: Couplet

Sub To a Sex Mag

Recently renewed my sub to Penthouse
That should keep me straight! 
I know some people don't like ****
Also know some people who love it
You can become obsessed with it
That is surely the case 
But photos of beautiful naked women!
Something to heartily enjoy 
I have seen quite a number in my day
Maybe I will see another!

Premium Member Trixie Finds a Sub

The thoughts are slamming against my mind.
Not you I say, you’re too aggressive and mean.
What kind of thoughts do you think you’ll find?
This evil muse poser asks, the energy queen.

Trixie is on vacation you see, so she brought in a sub.
This crazy creature comes from under a rock in Spain. 
I am irritated beyond belief, and yet here is the rub….
She is Trixie’s mother, so I cannot even complain.
Form: Rhyme

Sub

Subjugation
listen to 
all the cheering 
the internal seething 
external hissing 
the breathing the bleeding,
the beating 
and weeping
eternally bleating 
Is supposed to be 
you said, ordained 
requiring a mark
and you are marked
whipped mindless,
senseless
Cowed into believing
in ancient lamentations
but didn't you know
when silence crawls, 
this is
Subjugation,
it's unconditional
consensual
sweet pain
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