Short Subject Matter Poems
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Compose eight lines consult your muse
Subject matter is what you choose
Just eight syllables on each line
Follow these rules and you'll be fine
Pretty pictures you do not need
Your words only so please take heed
Only plain text no fancy fonts
And that you'll find is what she want's.
Written on 10th November 2018
Water, is the condensation of creations vapor
and it's aspiring witness,
it's embrionic fluid, placenta and child.
Perspiring to be as valiant, as it
wields its unsheathed.
Bares it's teeth and streaks,
runs to and fro,
goes where it pleases,
taking a leak.
I guess it goes to show,
clearly, there's disclosures dew
to subject matter.
Seven By Seven Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
1/24/2026
Night Sea Masquerade
the moon takes on a new form
on water closing her mouth
their imposing other tides
she's a belle over the sea
her shadow bulges in waves
at night you never can tell
wringing audience, ringing
*edited the title after contest
"she" is not me for this subject matter
My hand, with pen, it writes in script
Before my mind so guides
The words come out, they are so formed
They pour from deep inside
The subject matter, matters not
For it will all make sense
As half way through I’ll read aloud
To see just where I went
At that point then, I will decide
On where this write should go
But, until I reach completion then
My mind won’t even know
Just what is a subject matter
And does the subject matter
Spiritually thought amaze
Only brought teachings of the heart
Physical imparts spiritually eternal
The flesh conventionally rots
Back to dirt change to Dust
the true self is not this
But my soul, my spirit
complete eternal bliss
10/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
I remember for the very first time hearing
Words that had not been experienced
But on reflection treated the subject matter well
And I have heard singers sing like impostors
Because it was not there words
That they took to the stage to sell
But what is the wordsmith
Without the tortured poet
That suffers for his art
Yet cant play the part
Because his mundane life is a million lifetimes apart.
Trust is shattered
Like broken glass
All scattered
On the floor tattered.
Hours pass
Trust is shattered.
Love didn't matter
It's in a mass
All scattered
And splattered.
You didn't have to be so crass.
Trust is shattered.
Could her dreams have gotten any flatter?
She is on the overpass
All scattered
Hoping not to be the morning news
Subject matter.
Alas.
Trust is shattered
All scattered.
I hold that whenever the wind blows for instance
if it goes the goes follow me to settle and perhaps
progress tomorrow
thus sometimes it may not matter the corner of the world
or how morning or afternoon or evening?,
I know it is sometimes glassy and bartering and unquit
stone?, well, what matters, matters most the soul
is gold never to waste like time like something?, what
thing is good for it now?.
Language is a power
That can be used in many ways.
In a poem, subject matter is not the issue;
Depth of imagination
And its articulation into language is,
And the imagination is free
To follow whatever subject matter
It finds compelling.
Poetry functions as a way to remember,
But a poet must realize and understand
The difference between memory and nostalgia
And find and use language
That is most befitting for either situation.
When thanks is the subject matter
I carefully search my heart
For gifts that clearly impart
Things that enrich, not just flatter.
Like waking to see a new day
Inhaling sweet breaths of life
Thirty-three years as a wife
Two daughters and grandkids, I pray.
When thankfulness is the center
Of your attitude year ‘round
The change in outlook’s profound
You’re open so joy will enter.
November 13, 2018
Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Reveille
FT. Leonardwood Mo. 1962
Miracle Man
October 25, 2023
At three-thirty we arose, to trumphet chatter,
It was hard to determine It’s subject matter.
None of this, to us, was making any sense,
now sleep is gone and so is the suspense.
We’ve trouble dealing with situation at hand,
Army life isn’t close to what we had planned.
As “Cruits” search for solutions we endure pain,
and do our best at hiding our disdain.