Short Sunder Poems
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Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
Thee Encombrence of thy Love
Bring'eth's thy to a revelation,
To thy thee end a-sunder in my mind,
What Love shed through you brings me alive
Forever I will be tossed a side
And i kiss you goodbye...
I sit in total silence...
ponder
what should I say to a passing stranger
wonder
who will I be upon my return
under
which flag will fly overhead
blunder
pray will not follow me…
sunder
silence be not golden
Form:
To me Thee, ‘is a sunder,
proped to one begging display
of teeming vigilance . . . what
to my Ire duth I believe?
Sweet sweet Melody preceding
me, laughter before me, thoughtlessly . . .
Carefree Notions of thee
pondering . . .
Chand dekhne ko raat ka intezar hai ,
Maanta is baat ko Sara hi sansar hai
Par humne to din mein Chand dekha hai
Jbse kiya apka deedar hai
Dekha apka roop suhana to Chand bh sharamsaar hai,
Is duniya mein sabse sunder, mera hi dildaar hai
It’s a bit cold for a spring day
The way the leaves bud on the trees
Has me transfixed in a sea of green
Pollen falls and I sneeze
It’s almost summertime now
But I sure feel the breeze
Well enough to chill a sunder
Better not sad spring to blunder
I am Somebody
Have not but will I have
Take heed and I will hear
Sunder and I will give in
Suffering life with pain
Transform I will change
Happiness is my joy
Tenderness is my softness
Life is my death
Winning is my game
Inspired by: Emily Dickinson "I am nobody! Who are you"
Four hooves at the ready
one-eyed tall snorting
he one chewed cigar puffing
left on the rope
right wrapped round horse ear
eye to eye staring down
the trailer at once prize and prison
pawing the air no more
carried by an ear into darkness
Old Smoky the victor again
Sunder was loaded.
grey clouds
like shrouds
hover
cover
wind speed
like steed
fright'ning
lightning
thunder
sunder
cryin'
welkin
raindrops
fat plops
muddles
puddles
pit pat
rhythm that
awakes
damp shakes
earth drenched
thirst quenched
God's free
AC
Burdens abound
as they wrap around
a fragile mind in the dark
But a glimmer of light
can break through the night
when love is given spark
A heart can't beat
when heaven is unmeet
and to sunder a soul will frown
But when love is alive
and men take to them wives
a soul can't be hampered down
Form:
One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.
Silent One
Silent beyond sounds in wonder
Intriguing the mind with thunder
Luring us all with words of sunder
Each intertwining as we ponder
Nestling a fresh breeze with numbers
Taking our minds putting them under
One at a time with rhyming divine
Not a peep of sound yet, they twine
Encapsulating everyone's mind.
“NOT FOR CONTEST”
we must have forgotten...
the pyramid's foundation, rotten.
Physiological begets Safety.
shadowing the State of coercion, states thee.
opt-in by creation, opt-out, your expiration.
tread on me and my countrymen.
volition ours, to sunder friends?
participated.
regulated.
complied.
the time, overdue.
ask not what your country can do for you.
There is a reason for tears
To cleanse our sadness and fears
Strength will follow like thunder
So, our soul will not sunder
Falling light or heavy, either way
Tears heal our pain and dismay
Let them fall, if they may be,
Waiting for release so you can be free
Tears shed when walking life’s miles
Will turn into an abundance of smiles
Heidi Sands
6/1/18
Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely,
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit?
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews...
What tiss thee end?
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee,
What tiss the end?
A'Loft, a-sunder, encombered, enwrapped in a colapse
Of thoughts falling like snowflakes in the sun.
Thunder gas pushy pals.
Wonder mass cushy gals.
Under crass gushy owls.
Sunder lass mushy fowls.
Yes poetry is a play of words.
Sometimes funny, other times absurd.
Whispered sweetly, gently overheard.
On wings of faeries or tiny birds.
Gobbly wobbly grizzly bear.
Sobbily dobbily crizzly share.
Making up new words without a care.
Creating a missive, easy to share.
In the hollow of a tree by the river,
There are fledglings whose voices quiver
Like the melody of morning, unworried
That the moon by the sun is hurried.
Like these chicks, I’m content to unravel,
Undisturbed on my earthly travel,
The undying and ravishing wonder
Of this world, which no storm can sunder.
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Time to drop the mask, no more pretending
This pain only creates new beginnings
I will come back to myself and
Sunder the emptiness with a pendulum ticking
Even if the world gives me apathy,
My shrouded dreams will carry me
The unseeable just thrills me,
I'll come back to myself
It's ok, I can say what I feel
It's ok, I don't have to be perfect
I'll go take revenge on the world with my smile
Under the passing smile he nourished his monstrous collusion
Plunder the face, while my shattered mirror fallen in confusion
Hunter shammed in the veil of love, pursued the pleasure of delusion
Thunder struck into a litter pile, driven me to a life in seclusion
Wonder how the hostile acid, deformed my face into exclusion
Sunder my life into an isle, the immense vacuity of illusion.
Third Place in Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest sponsored by Beth Evans
A dream in peace
Winding in streams
working in teams
Full of dreams
Looking up ahead
Hoping we fled
The wars of red
And the memories we said
Countries of greed
Letting us bleed
Taking the lead
Hoping we’d be freed
Maybe one day
We might find our way
For now we pray
Acting in this play
I dream
That the screams
Of the innocent teams
Fade away into a stream
For now we wonder
In this world of thunder
Hiding under
The countries that sunder
IN AND OF A SILENT SOUL IN ITS WANDERING
Today is as still as
A crowded graveyard
Empty of life;
Yet the green of nature,
Shines in living glory:-
As a brief breeze
Passes by,
Silence retains
Its control.
Yet,
Reality, has
Its blissful
Moments:
Chaos left sunder,
As God’s
Healing grace
Nourished
My wandering soul
In the awareness
Of self-worth:-
May the cistern of grace
Continue to anoint my
My wandering soul
With navigating
Divine wisdom
And guidance:-
Plain-sinking skull
Bubbling on the field of old
Eroding in the naked-split sunder
Festering its mute and historic splendour
Sitting, laying in the ooze of mud
Unknown depth no rescuing hoof
Nearing completed clot of production
Can you feel that destruction?
Withering a stem broken sunflower
Unknown power
No description to mast a seed
No infliction to place a wreath
Everything forgotten left like crinkled
Wrappers smothered in shaded weeds
Entered hades beauty faded