Short Targeted Poems

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Premium Member What To Know Blackout Poetry

What to know
resumed control
to block
transit 
effect.
gunboats
targeted
talking
shuttered the
close up
blackmail
is under  control.
Form: Other


Premium Member Middle Targeted-

Halfway in the middle Comes the center While in the midst Lies the circle Circumference?
5/24/2021 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Immolatio

Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

His entry point targeted
  fury bright red

The first cut the deepest
  and clean to the bone

A wound bleeding freely
   —all sutures unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Immolantis

Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

His entry point targeted,
  fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

A wound bleeding freely
   —all sutures unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Suture Unknown

Raw and uncut, the Poet
  sharpened his edge

The entry wound targeted,
  with fury bright red

The first cut the deepest,
  and clean to the bone

His wound bleeding freely,
—its suture unknown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Matte Pissed

She’s a thrown compact 
shattering a vase;
She is the flower 
that is still standing;
Perfect matte lipstick;

Targeted wall, 
it cannot hide;
A foaming pout,
feminine rage;

Fire flashes;
Estrogen,
no factor;

You’re rude,
now she’s 

pissed.

Aftertaste

That targeted sleep will not come
at once
in the tamed night.

A shifted pain
lifts the irretrievable word
shamed at edge.

The godwings
weave the rhyme of flight
for the wedding of death.

You are born again
in sleep
for  another journey.


Satish Verma
art
Form:

Premium Member In the Cross Hairs

Listen to poem:
I stand lined up in the sights 
between black lines, 
going from left to right
going up and down, 
lines drawn as crossroads,
at the intersection point 
between chance and choice
sighted and aligned
in the cross hairs,
targeted by 
the sniper 
with squinted eyes
called
'Fate'

Premium Member For Me

FOR ME alone, He has PATIENCE enough.
So vast an amount that fills the seven seas.
Magnanimous is His loving GRACE toward me.
No random acts of KINDNESS or sprays of TENDERNESS,
but layers upon layers of FAITHFULNESS targeted directly on me. 
God sacrificed His only Son FOR ME without price or cost to me.

052722PS
god
Form: Verse

Dangereous T- Shirts

Pretty young lady using
t-shirt written UGLY PRO,
is at risk of kidnapping ...

Bearing Man T-Shirt
with target drawing and writing
SHOOTING, is at risk of
be targeted ...

Who wears a shirt
portrait of UNCLE SAM, run
risk of being summoned by
american army for
being a volunteer soldier in Iraq ...
That was in other times ...
Form: Limerick

Caught Cold

Grackles snap at the thin snow
seeking frozen worms.
Balloons of light pop in a chill sky.
A marmalade cat sneaks the hedgerow
fur low in the snow whiskers sparkling.
Hawk cries grab our attention
high up we are spotted, some targeted.
Grackles, cat, and the shadow of my coat
scatter sideways sketching frost-ghosts
on warm breaths.

Returning Home

After dispossession, 
collecting the dolls-
dusting them off.

Who was watching 
you, dousing yourself
to give a political statement ?

Cutting the leaves 
of grass, I open 
the book of Walt Whitman.

This was a targeted
killing. I will not join 
the funeral procession.

A mistaken lull.
One day I will-
shoot endlessly.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Trafficking

The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.

A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-

your genome
from you saliva. Prayer 
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.

The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Premium Member Vision

View so clear from a very distant perspective
Inclinations and angles wonderfully captioned and analyzed
Sight alone isn’t sufficient. This is coming straight from the mind
In full projection of the future
Only then can a mission be targeted and worked
No wonder Steven Wonder nurtured a great one despite being blind
Form: Acrostic

The Winds Of Today

For Papa

That monster inside us
devouring the past
Our memories hunted
most recent to last

No mercy is shown us
as darkness creeps in
Today and tomorrow
—lost into the wind

(Tribute To Hemingway: January, 2024)


Lakota Buffalo Prayer

Shooting 
today
Killing 
tomorrow

Targeted
fortune
Lost
—to the wind

(The New Room: January, 2024)
Form: Rhyme

I Pity Him

He was a victim,
As his eyes witnessed a massacre.
He was a firm believer of his own.
Still he was a victim.
I pity him.

He was a motivator
Inspirational poet.
Still his words wounded like bullets
Each word was targeted and inflicting
I pity him.

Nothing is inevitable.
Perception changes. 
We do also.
Only the sky shines with twinkling stars.
Same. Same.

2007

victimised 
ridiculed 
bullied 
ignored 
targeted 
mocked 
silenced 
war 
isolated 
violated 
slandered 
false 
rumours 
belittled 
bullied 
ignored 
liar 
joke 
pathetic 
sacked 
rejected 
nothing
small 
unknown 
disclaimed 
forgotten 
unsure
silenced 
slandered 
recluse 
avoid 
absents
silence 
mystery
lies 
mystery
lies 
alone 
unknown
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Flames

You wanted something to give. 
A devout brings a chalice 
for seed or semen.

In the silent valley, 
a divine ratio acts- 
undeterred.

This was ransom. 
In the sunless depth 
there will be collapse of a titan.

Minus a moon, the 
planet revolves around 
a black sun.

The hills had started 
moving. Twin explosions 
had targeted an evolution.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

The Duel

On the world stage
Stood two men with no class
And with words tossed
Turned defiantly ass to ass
Locked and loaded 
Ten paces they did take
But when they fired
What a mess they did make
Try as they may
They could not hide
From heat seeking missiles
That targeted their backside 
So that now when they talk
Nothing can be heard
Because with each breath 
Out comes a turd.
Form: Rhyme

CHILDREN

Children are just innocent souls
Just trying to live long enough
To grow up, they love to ride their
Bikes, play video games, and sports
So, why are they being targeted
By dark forces, why would any
Human being want to hurt a child
In a sexual way, this is a child
Not an adult to be traffic in any way
This child's life and future is being
Destroyed for lust and profit of another
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Lightning They Name Is Woman

there is a tree in the forest
targeted by lightning in a storm
ten times more likely to get hit
than any other tree

because lightning has a “type”
like men have a “type”
she goes after an oak
six times more often than any other tree

no one knows why
because they have forgotten that lightning is a woman
who wants to destroy the sturdy and the strong
she wants to take down a man
sky

The Heart of Seduction

Seduction of the heart, I tell.
A broken spirit burned like toast.
The ruse that seems to fit some well,
Sweet innocence targeted most.
Naivety, love lures to hell.
Then, calls some friends around to boast.
Beware young people everywhere.
Or fall in love, if you dare.

Copyright October 13, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Heart Of Seduction - 
Sponsor	Justin Bordner

Premium Member God Saved America

His words: arrows

Targeted democracy, 

The nation survived!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     07  January 2021 

* I stayed up all night watching CNN from Greece the drama of 
Democracy in the USA. The result is this Senryu and a repost of 
my edited poem of DEMOCRACY.

** Dedicated to all senators and congressmen and to all those 
who stood their ground to defend Democracy!
Form: Senryu

Premium Member The Way of the Warrior

The way of the warrior, stalwart and true, bending but unbreakable, phoenix and dragon rolled into one; the warrior struck will arise with a last breath, undaunted by fear. The wonderment of a child coupled with fortitude of titanium. One targeted swing of steel, ominous doom. The warrior is harmony, balance of blended opposites. The art of the warrior... peace.

Premium Member Brute In the Mirror

The minute I get out of bed
So much clutter in my head
Dangling precariously by a thread 
How the hours of restful sleep have sped
Once midnight tears all shed

Morning hours awake I dread
Needing to deal with strife instead
When ever so lightly I must tread
After hurtful things were said
Targeted rumors so widespread
People unscrupulously misled
I plan to put up a front and forge ahead



AP: 1st place 2020
Form: Monorhyme

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