Short Swerving Poems
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Turning,
Merging,
Braking,
Swerving.
Dreaming
of a
different
life,
a different
place,
a different
time.
Blinking,
Blaring,
Crashing,
Burning.
How did I get here?
God Placed A Curse
So what could possibly be worser that worse,
And over entire countryside all of it disperse;
Started swerving;
Was unnerving;
On Trump family God had placed a curse.
Jim Horn
Sparkles of faerie wings flit past the pink tulips
Sweeping and swerving, frisky faerie flips
Daffodil is jealous of this marvelous mythical attention
Pokes fun at floral’s spring gardening convention
Republicans Self-Serving and Unnerving
Republicans are not straight and swerving,
And always have proved to be self-serving;
Never savior;
Poor behavior;
Trying our patience while being unnerving.
Jim Horn
Car speeding, swerving
as it's approaching the big, red sign.
The voice in my head defies traffic laws,
knowing I should stop,
yet I continue on,
seeking euphoria,
swerving a bus.
Little do I realise a cop is watching...
Observe Your serve,
When you're on the last nerve,
Your mind Leaves the preserve,
Swerving into Emotional reserves,
Be sure to observe what you serve,
As you swerve into a dangerous curve,
You may get something you don't deserve.
the most direct line to heaven ~ is to circumvent hell on the way
but will they admit you ~ for seeing the devil and swerving away
said the millionaire to his driver ~ who put his foot down anyway
By
David Kavanagh 05/06/24
The sky `s their scene
Banquet theirs in blue
Swerving arcs of black serene,
Black shrapnel of an angel`s song.
A dance of life itself
Relentless unremitting
Screaming songs of joy.
All creatures great and small.
Small nothings lshowing us the awe.
Go on your way
My beloved daughter,
turn aside from the swerving path;
untangle your gaze
to center on Christ.
Stand in courage,
hugging wisdom.
Protect your thoughts
leaning upon pureness of the heart,
release what's behind
and you shall walk on in joy.
Living, feeling, driving
V-5
Danger for death
I - What - Feeling
It comes ...
Reputation, hungry stands.
Swerving BMW
Exhaust suck off
Predicting circumfrence, location, pointage
Fidgeting, remembering
Top-Form, what I martial kick you is safety...
Death.
Swerving into a foreseen disaster?
This world seems to be moving faster.
Can't remember to forget to worry...
Time isn't slowing, so we seem to hurry.
Feeling crazy and confused,
While they all seem to be amused.
Should we try or walk away?
From all the words we want to say.
H E SEES A L L
the drunk swerving of madmen
into frenzied crowds
feeling proud in their moment of glory
T
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A N C I E N T OF
D
A
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S
no one can run from
his coming
J U D G E M E N T
there's
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to pay
8/17/2017
the base soaked with pee
the devils tree
the stream traveled down
to the roots
in the ground
hands turning black
this haunting is whack
lightning struck
what the
swerving off the road
the fear growed
in the past
lives didnt last
hung from the tree
now filled with pee
the devils tree
Shorelines toss her sweet sensation
with saucy flair, sealing fresh soil
of a season’s shape, so divine;
where songs submit to a bird notes' smiles.
My, show stopper swerving a gait
To slowly slip by…secretly.
For Brian Strand: Contest 205 , any form,
max 10 lines
~ Alliteration ~
Reposted 9/18/2016
Reference points in any circumstance
can be the wheel of east, west
north and south---
hourglass of my soul, where do I now cross
the road of life that leads me to the
unknown?
And so I head to this venial, mortal path
in a pace swerving from
doubt to wisdom.
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The eastern sky is smiling
As the blue begins to fade
Darkness creeps into the eve'
Like a willow masked in jade
Hues of red and orange
Brighten up the moon
As if the sky was all lit up
By a giant white balloon
As I sit and watch the wings of bats
Swerving through the sky
I'd paint a forever smile...on the moon
If only I could fly
My mind has gone crazy
i feel high like i could touch the sky,
i think i might like
it just feels so right
maybe i might
I'm not going to lie
sometimes i ask myself
am i
will i
can i
should i
but am i ready?
is my mind steady?
but my thoughts are swerving like two cars moving side to side
and then CRASH!
your mind just go blank
you quit
it's whatever
The arch she holds is quite Roman
The barrel of my pistol is elongated
Click---Click---Bang; the race has begun
Swerving, maneuvering, and dodging
Joined at the hip on the last lap
Cramps begin to set in
Only one will survive
With her intuitive mind she turns right,
leaving me left
Breaking the finish line tape dramatically
Welcome to the winner's circle
I have another crush.
Of the female variety
to be exact. It seems my
mind just won't let me
push these feelings to
the back. I have no pop up
blocker to avoid swerving in
and no warning signs. Just pure
feelings, pure desire. Pure want.
I crush again and again with no
sense of the outcome or end.
All I know is here I go again
down the road of supposed sin.
Swirling waves along the sea
Swerving leaves among the trees
Gliding petals through the gardens
Climbing over giant mountains
Stumbles and falls over the rocks
Through the road we run across
Hiding when it falls to darkness
Shining in the morning light
Ready when its time to fight
Running when we are going to cry
Asking God for our forgiveness
Before its our time to die
Bleating
Whisps,
Chattering
Papyruses,
See as they
wave their
Happy
hands
to you and
the wind,
Swerving
in
consortium
to my Jazz
and Waltz,
Aha!
waltzing it
by the
rushes..
Their
Brushes,
Are they
Belles or
Gents,
Are these
ones Fellas
or Brutes,
The good
guy or
your comic
villian,
To Egypt,
Paper and
This Salient
Page.
Selah
cool clear chilly night
the moon glows so big and bright...
the owls out tonight
circling in the sky
bats swerving so way up high...
the hooter's- now fly
golden eyes in trees
flapping wings soar in the breeze...
dinner for two, please
A Haiku Collection of Three
Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
10/1/2022
*(Howmanysyllables.com)
Breaking my chains
expanding horizons
swerving past roadblocks
escaping cages I once died in
A wayward wind now guides me
tousling my thinning hair
Beads of sweat blind my conscience
evaporate in nightmares
Landing softly on a riverbank
where beauty's swept downstream
It matters not where the current takes me
~ only that I follow the dream
Days gone by lost souls awake
New beginnings rise like the sun
Brightness fills the eyes
Of those who wandered aimlessly
With new hope they arm themselves
Well aware of the struggles ahead
Swerving not once toward the easy path again
But standing firm on their new beginning
Fighting the good fight proud and true
Win lose or draw lost souls are found
Lost souls are made new
Wiping off unused cerebrum from your cortex
Making conundrums seem poisonous and complex
Swerving the toxins that others lay
Searching for your God when you kneel to pray
Why don't you look in the mirror you'll see him standing there
Through the pupils of context, May the outside providers beware
For it's you who control the masses of your own Glory
It's you that writes it you're the god of your story.