Short Take Shape Poems
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shuttle slips through threads
a soft rhythm of becoming~
pattern after breath.
on the loom of steady hours
her hidden stories take shape
Seasons come and go
Water travels around rocks
One must learn the same
Rough currents take shape
A stream defines its own path
A fish swims with hope
soft whispers drool
beyond a collage of thoughts
away from mind’s noise
images take shape
from palette of night’s musings
inspiration blooms
Positive Poem Contest
For Elly Waterouse
Heroes don’t always wear a cape
I was rescued during a hasty escape
Trouble brewed and I knew everything
Until coming face-to-face with perishing
A brave soul enabled my life to take shape
What you will is what you become,
a mind fed with the fruits of success
will make the world bend to its persistence,
dreams take shape in the mirror of determination,
and tomorrow is birthed by what you implant today.
Moonlight dissipates.
Soon dawn will break.
Hewn out in the sand,
Dunes take shape.
Seagulls glide over seawater,
Free to reach the heights.
There is beauty and there is grace,
Each possesses in their magnificent flight.
I looked up and
The sky was fill
With activity and
The stars were
Moving around, forming
A pattern, the stars begun
To take shape
The shape turns into
The face of God with
All the beautiful colors
Of a rainbow
Wow, what a sight!
The Right Pick
High above the tree ripe cherries sit
Prim and chaste, elegant standing
Their little red orbs take shape
Stretching for the sunlight
Nature taking course
To be picked
by the right
loving
one
connie pachecho
11/15/17
Vagrant thoughts
Hang about the corners
Of my mind
Idly tormenting each other
Daring
At least one
To take hold
Take shape
Cast a shadow
On the unknown.
©4/19/2023
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Constance LaFrance - sponsor
Japan is the place
where traditions come alive.
Red, orange and yellow papers take shape.
With every fold a new story is born.
As families come together and traditions are passed on.
Origami is what’s it s called a Japanese art from long ago.
The big kahuna
21st century hellscape starting to take shape
Keep your hats on boys and girls
Its going to be a wild one
The republicans aren't going to cut us any slack here
What are the socialists doing?
I don't know, but I'm wondering what's taking them so long...
The rising mist's begin to take shape
searching for our loved one
our passionate escape
Curling condensation
our mind's body swiftly find's
interlocking piece's perfectly fitting
last night our dreamworld quivering
certainly not our last,I hope
misty eye's forever
See the tender shoots of grass
poking up through the ground
See the buds take shape on trees
on branches, promises profound
Feel the temperature rise a bit
Pack Winter away. Tighten the lid on it...
Breathe deeply of Spring's embyonic perfume
of purple crocus and rosy tulip's bloom
Poems life.
When conceived it begins to take shape
and form of its own.
Who’s to say what shape or form it is
to take on.
As it develops it is born and faces all
uncertainty of a life.
Do we hear its voice, its cries, its pleas or
does it pass in darkness?
When often not knowing or sharing the abyss
of its life.
22/8/16
As Autumn’s Breeze
As Autumn’s Breeze
Grasps the leaves
Tugging the last
Golden coat fast
Stripping branches
Winter catches
Jack Frost skating
Skirting, waiting
Blizzards of snow
Imminent show
Flakes take shape
Winter awakes
Crystals cocoon
Minus temp looms
As Autumn’s Breeze
Prepares to Freeze
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
slight dreams of slender fingers running over shoulders heightened senses sensual sensations at sunset as caress down, silent murmur inconsistent with constant ecstatic touch, shudder at thought sought held yet day's occasion needs tending. Until next moment next to she sweet memory take shape in mind hint sigh, swerve as drive...:)
Paper-like the yellow flower
lingers long after I left
that roadside by the tower
in the memory, it rests.
I stood awhile to see the shadow
of my fancy take shape.
Ah, I recall that roadside meadow
where I saw that lake.
The birds filled my heart with hue
of wonder and wilderment:
I could not with will subdue
the words to beauty I lent.
How to build a spaceship
A large cardboard box,
Massive amount of tape.
10 toilet paper rolls…
It’s beginning to take shape.
A creative little mind,
Crayons of every hue.
Help with little scissors,
Grandma, pass the glue.
Imagination going wild..
That’s what yields the fuel.
Our spaceship ready to depart,
Fun the only steadfast rule.
Poetry!
For Tommy!
Constantly you remain,
A passing image in the recesses of my mind,
Statuses Adonis like Sometimes.
The indulgence fervently kept,
Behind tightly pressed lips.
Intrigued by the words that never escape.
All of my inspirations finally take shape.
The things most people never notice,
Resonate in all you do.
That is the sheer poetry of you!
Form:
Yes,
Knit one
Purl two,
Dropped a stitch.
Knit one
Purl two,
Then, the intrusion of you,
In between the lines that
Tell how this cashmere wrap
Will take shape.
Knit one
Purl two,
Start again,
Don't let it get the best of you,
Although this pattern is for
Beginners.
Now your voice!
Lord, I am lost!
Knit one
Purl two
Try again tomorrow!
Cynthia
Mingling in the sky
embracing each other
as they pass by
They have more depth
than one would know
parading the skyline
with an impeccable show
Their colors are vibrant
with every shade of gray
I kneel on the ground
and begin to pray
for everyone around
on this giant ground
The clouds take shape
as I speak my word
Letting me know
that my message was heard.
Getting started is harder some days than others
Tempting ideas take shape -- vanish without a trace
A couple of lines appear, then run out of rhyme
Going nowhere fast is a misnomer; it's agonizingly slow
And the poetry's just awful
Push to finish it anyway...Push hard...Push to finish it...Ah, done!
The next one'll probably be easier; this one was certainly no fun
It is wrong to remember her as she once was
and only then register how she now is,
For she is now as she is now,
She is not what she has become.
By day, we walk slowly through the crowds
Guided by her stick
Taking time in the world,
Letting its forms take shape.
But at night I lie long awake,
Or fall into a fitful sleep
Rent by the teeth of fear, thinking:
She is, but soon may no longer be.
Darkness at noon everyday,
for love’s not yet our mainstay.
Blown like a leaf in the storm,
we’ve self-blocked bliss caress warm.
Raging desire, heart afire,
plunges soul in bleak fate dire,
as we look about agape,
dark clouds of sorrow take shape.
Thought cessation sets us free,
allowing love throbs entry,
filling us then head to toe.
We are the light, we then know.
19-April-2022