Short Take A Picture Poems
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Tree Art-God's Design
Many puffballs clusters cling to tree
making one want to take a picture
to capture the beauty of God's
handicraft of perfect design
spider web glistens
dew droplets are strung like pearls
I take a picture
contest Haiku - Tito Mostafiz
you are looking at a spider through a dew drop © a year ago, Sharon
We live in a society
Where people will take a picture
Of a beautiful meal before its gone,
But turn a blind eye
To the destruction of
the planet it came from.
Kale Brereton
Sept 9/9/18
Hi Derrick,
I am so glad it's picture day
I am hoping you will look my way
I'm glad you wore your sky blue shirt
I hope you notice my blue skirt
I like your dimples and your smile too
I hope I can take a picture with you
Hey honey... may I take a picture of you naked
Not at all, if you're not too cold, that made me break up
Perhaps you misunderstood
I'll explain best I could
You see I meant YOU, didn't mean this old operator
You can’t breathe through your nose, with your tongue out
Well it's possible but you'd look like a dog without doubt
Take a picture okay
Won't publish it, I say
On Facebook, just trust me, these words that I spout
When you take a picture of something, it doesn’t cease to exist.
It becomes a part of the history of the universe.
Now that one, specific moment in time will never be missed.
It can show the world either at its best or at its worst.
You come into me
You plainly belong with me
Take a picture of our love
Contemplating life
With one another open
Harmonious hearts beat true
Russell Sivey
Entrant into PD's "(ANY) Poem Of the week....." contest
2/22/2012
Take a picture.
Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light;
Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight.
Make a picture.
Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see.
More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be.
Snow on one hand
Sun on the other
Is our hide and seek.
Bench on the front
Snowman on the side
Take a picture on it.
Lightpost already lighted
A lighthouse is on
For a passing vessel.
The moon lighting the bay
A bonfire at the shore
Beachgoers singing around on it.
There is no need to look and stare
Take a picture, if you dare
Life is what you make of it
It gives back what you put out
It’s like a boomerang
Whether it’s joy, sadness, or a big shout
Think about it before you act
Know of a surety, it’s coming back
Adrienne LaCont’e Gresham
So many blank stares
Who cares
So many empty shells
Hell’s bells
So full of hatred
Alien-rated
So strung out on dope
Couldn’t cope
Take a picture
Hung by a rope
The moon covers the sun.
The moon moves on.
Circular, and spiraling.
A mental block covers me.
Square, and spiraling.
And the block is only seen from a distance.
The block is only seen from a certain spot.
So that there is hope,
That someone will take a picture and prove its existence.
Before the the block moves on.
Their wings move with lighting speed
With Their long straw sucking up nectar
They dash to and fro almost as fast as their wings
Amazing to watch but hard to take a picture
Tiny in shape but so cute
I have never seen one rest
I have no clue how they could lay an egg
I imaging their boyfriend would have the same problem
They are fast little suckers
Water jug ??of my life
A door opens
Our breaths are in the rhythm of a foreign room
White flowers
In a vase at the lobby
I take a picture of myself
Before I parted
You will always come back
There is no way to move you
Like a frozen picture that
Stay in reflection of my face
at a glass of beer
I'm just there
Watching you
Otherwise I do not drink
I just simply live
You don't like how i'm dressed,
Take a picture.
It will last longer
You don't like how my hair is done
Well take a picture.
It will last longer
You don't like the fact
I'm dating the guy you like.
Take a picture
It will last longer
You don't like the fact
That My life is perfect with him.
Take a picture
It will last longer
But thank you for the Pictures
The scrap book really lasted forever.
Welcome to the parade
Where lost souls and memories
Come to gather
Everyone wants to enter
And everyone wants to leave
But only the entrance is free
It’s all black and white and Technicolor
Pixels and polygons
Where the old collides with the new
Take a ride on regret
Have a bite of introspection
And be sure to take a picture
And when all is said and done
Pay up your exit fee
And have a safe trip home
Just give me an aperture
and a shutter speed too
with a bright viewfinder
and a good lens or two.
I’ll take some pictures
in fact quite a few
I will almost certainly
take a picture of you.
But not just anyhow
I like to take my time
It has to be a bit special
a moment frozen in time.
I like to make a picture
something special you see
Not just any old thing, but
a photograph made by me.
Pure nothingness
Something use to take that
place
Before it was an empty space.
I see nothing
Did it truly exist if all evidence
is gone
Who could prove it?
If I don't tell at all
Who could prove it if I never
acknowledge it?
Who could prove it ?
You know not of my pain
Who could prove it ?
If all evidence is gone
No trace of its existence
when you take a picture
All you see is nothingness
Created at the beginning of time
Discovered by the human mind
Don't touch for it can give you and awful shake
Even cause you hair to stand up strait
In wire it can run it can spark
And with a flick of switch light up the dark
Invisible to the naked eye
Yet in a thunder storm lights up the night sky
Tiny bits of it can talk across space
Or take a picture of your face
So whether you turn on the coffee pot or the TV
Remember it's electricity
The next time you decide
to lock me outta my house
you BETTER be ready to ride
Look, I don't want to be crass
but lock the door we both picked out?
and I'll be kickin some ass
Baby, I get it, I even understand
your goin thru some kinda "crisis"
But the next time you lock that door?
Take a picture, it will be "priceless"
Do you REALLY think I'm messin around?
strangely, that makes me hot
Open that damn door
and make it more than a thought
Snow stays in the sky
while the mountain peaks seem to fall
as first light denudes them.
Crystal clear in the mirror of itself
the lake shines under a surface of silence.
I know if I take a picture of what I see now
the mountains will not be falling,
I will not see the snow in the sky
nor the mirror in the lake
so I just sit awhile on a wet stump
and bleed a little wonder into the world.
If I still smoked
the smoky fumes would be perfect
to look through.