Short Supplies Poems
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every word
that was said
supplies me
with these
tiny morsels of
bread
that we succumb
to the loneliest
crumbs, instead
~Silent snow storms suddenly spotless snow supplies smoothly sleighs falls
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
God’s Grace is an endless fountain,
A never-failing stream…
It flows to us, and supplies our needs,
Beyond our most extravagant dreams.
Mother Nature is our life force
as it supplies us with our life source
and all humans need to enforce
that Mother Nature is our only resource
Admiring the woman you love isn't a secret; The secret only admires shamed hearts and supplies courage to love the one who's a secret.
- Loverboi
A flower your heart
Love's divine nectar supplies
Bee my soul, bliss sips!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 February 2019
5-7-5
miser
cheap, selfish
hoarding, saving, concealing
money, supplies, jewelry, credit
spending, wasting, cluttering
heedless, selfish
spendthrift
You made a rookie mistake, it is more than obvious
you don’t watch true crime documentaries or you would surely know
never buy murder supplies at the Walmart super store
Venezuela’s vast oil supplies
Sit square in our president’s eyes
For their petrol drums
Trump gives away crumbs
And loves that land as his franchise
Baby's off to college
E-mailed pic of groovy dorm room
Where she'll absorb trite and knowledge
Rib-kickin' as if she were still in my womb
Mom-love surely heart-gut balmed unto the tomb.
stockpile
within the
storehouse
of the mind
of emotional
supplies
a range of
tricks used
as a reserve
for when things
go a stray in order
to keep composure
in tacked
Selfish and barbaric,
wrong and stupid
the one who only supplies
of himself thinking
conceive of everything... !
How little is it
this ideologic stature,
how is it phenomenal
this obscurantism... !
Trump Supplies of Lies
Trump sure seems to have so many supplies,
Of stories and myths all substantiated by lies;
Leader of pack,
And not intact;
Even his supporters and backers now realize.
Jim Horn
Trump Supply and Demand
Trump sure likes our supplies and does demand,
And does think that he is lord over all the land;
Always dissented;
Never repented;
Sure seems to be such a shame has small hand.
Jim Horn
Sukkot's a holiday seven days long
supplies to buy, a home to build
No one's inside in our neighborhood
The fragrance of myrtle
the esrog's beauty
Cornucopia of pageantry
harvest's heavenly booty
A black cat with bright yellow eyes
Can go out at night in disguise.
He'll raid every pond
Then quickly abscond
With free of charge fishy supplies.
03.04.22
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
My,
Writing,
Gives me joy,
Brings life to me,
Supplies happiness,
Knowing someone will read.
Someone may enjoy my words.
I enjoy comments written too.
These things give my heart sincerity,
Expressing thoughts is my epitome
green leaf prepares food
for plants with chlorophyll
in sun rays
food factory
of plant exists in green leaf
green celebration.
green plants make food
for itself and supplies to
all living beings
Love
sparks
passion
Love
disarms
hate
Love
sweetens
sugar
Love
creates
warmth
Woman
supplies
strength
female
provides
randiness
Thanksgiving is something we should do, not just one day of the year,
but each day of our lives. Everything we have comes from God.
He supplies all our needs, and daily loads us down with his benefits.
Shouldn’t we thank and praise Him?
REPORT CARD
F ON THE WATCH FOR PANDEMIC
U PROVIDING PLANNING, LEADERSHIP & COORDINATION\
C- TIMELINESS OF PROVIDING NECESSARY SUPPLIES
C- TESTING AND MONITORING FOR VIRUS
E LYING ABOUT FACTS
D CONTROLLING NUMBER OF DEATHS
The Zen Master
Has no supplies
Yet, he has all art form
He is under light
Yet creates darkness
In spoiled soil
Your calligraphy celebrates war
Over the sufferings it is paid with
I am Irish poetry rising
#rupikaur #dalailama #jennahaze
Year Twenty-twenty holds a prize-
which February soon supplies!
The twenty-ninth, an extra day-
gals may propose to men- hooray!
January 19, 2010
For Contest, Great Leap Forward
Sponsored by Beth Evans
Things that come from pain
Are inspiration
And wisdom
This is a poem of pain
My tears are my ink
Now a bowl overflowing
Your sharp words are my pens
Now collected in abundance
It seems my supplies will never run out
This is a poem of pain
Form:
melt their shadowed knees
summer supplies its dimples
a light applause
bathed in bathetic leaves
saunters their laughter
Mothers cry for their children
they cherished dreams
yet knew the impossibility
but longing was their threadbare wish