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Short Sullenly Poems

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Premium Member I Heard the Dread In Her Voice
name said sullenly
i heard the dread in her voice
so i braced myself...

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Categories: sullenly, death of a friend,
Form: Senryu



Death Number 1
I am jealous of death
its resolute presence and confident action
Its darkened cool and its infinite existence

When I pass like whispered winds in forgotten winters 
death will sullenly play its monotone mandolin of time
...expecting no one to listen...

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Categories: sullenly, death
Form: Free verse
The Invisible Vagabond
The silent soul
who sullenly
seeps within
the sentimental
seas of solitude.
Always lead astray
by every
passing day.
Just to remain
amongst the stars.
Striding through
time’s strangled streams
of faintly
faded dreams.
Embedded beneath
the once blue
eyed beams of an
embittered beauty....

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Categories: sullenly, imagery, solitude,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Summer Slips Slowly
Summer slips slowly, sullenly southward
Together the terns try taking their turns
Under unusually ubiquitous umber umbrellas
Versatile velocity verified via villagers
While winter welcomed withering weather.

HONORABLE MENTION
written October 7, 2021
"Alliteration and Assonance" Contest
All Poetry - October 11, 2021...

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Categories: sullenly, bird, change, seasons, summer, winter,
Form: ABC
Autumn In Life
Traveling sullenly 
Through the worst season
Of my life
I watch hope fall
Like autumn leaves
I stand against the rising chill
And beckon my soul to come
And lift itself out of hibernation
And back to a place and time
When everything had
Possibilities
And it was so bright that the entire world
Seemed familiar and not so 
Strange and forbidding...

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© Zaida Ruiz  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: sullenly, introspection, sad, autumn,
Form: I do not know?



Writing On a Rainy Day
a monochromatic blend of sea and sky
sullenly ashen gray
chills more deeply as a biting wind
carries stinging salt sweat
from foaming horses
driven headlong to dash
in an explosive jujitsu
death on the rocks
and neatly dissolve visions
of yesterday's aquamarine tide pools
and the gentle surprises of life
amid stone and kelp
and this image too will transition
becoming tomorrow's Kodachrome dream...

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Categories: sullenly, introspection, nature,
Form: Free verse
Brave: Gravity
Petals: pristine~pure desire float
lullabies roam aspheric space
touches reached just out of scope

Brave: gravity glides on outspread wings
with the willow weeping sullenly low
blanket in balance a presence bestows

Tight: comfort held in passion's show
lightening a starless~sterile sky
sacred secrets whispered overnight

Dawn: feelings warmed on nature's bed
dew drops glisten upon peril's view
rhythmic swirls arise affectless anew...

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© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: sullenly, analogy, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Cerberus
Midnight, Cerberus roams across the sky,
Chasing stars and barking upon the fly.
Hound of thunder, cloud riding the air,
With three heads and snaky tail awry.

Lightening cracks like a whipping lash,
Indoors, onlookers make a wild dash;
To escape the unnatural fiery glare,
Of the monster mongrel raining ash.

My pet dog cringes in abject fear,
Crawling into a box he is near,
Huddling low in the safe wooden square,
While the hell-hound doth sullenly sneer....

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Categories: sullenly, horror, myth, mythology, nature, night, urban,
Form: Rubaiyat
The Burn
Stalks crackled
where cars threaded the slow-burn.
Straw, insect legs and fumes
got into the lungs of trucks,
made them talk backwards
like the devil on Sundays.

Long dead farmers leave their tractors,
run across the highway
into abandoned barns.
Eventually the fire ate itself.
Hay wisps 
floated away into forgetfulness.

No one burns the stubble now,
but the smoke can be seen
moving still under the corn 
where the devil sullenly forks over 
long-blackened reeks....

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Categories: sullenly, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
The Burn
Stalks crackle,
cars thread the slow-burn.
Straw, insect legs and fumes
get into the lungs of trucks,
make them talk backwards
like the devil on Sundays.

Bygone and by-passed farmers
leave their tractors,
run across the highway
into abandoned barns.

Eventually the fire eats itself -
hay wisps
float away into forgetfulness.

No one burns corn stubble now,
but the smoke can be seen
moving beneath the sunbaked sod
where ghosts still sullenly
fork-over long-blackened reeks....

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Categories: sullenly, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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