Short Targeting Poems
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Targeting noses
Some Viruses
To mount their flags
Winning wellness
No cure found coldness
Corona one more illness
Only he has the
right targeting
in heels and
in the zigzags
of life, not men.
Yikes! Arrow targeting me
Cupid, please choose another
Scars from your last shot remain
Heart still bleeding red
*For Francine's "Red" Contest
Elder abuse endemic
free to roam the land
Preying on the weakest souls
willing by command
Targeting new victims
infirm and oft alone
Fangs sink deep while senior’s sleep
— tearing flesh from bone
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
chill-out
music
study
relax
café
you
me
see
weed
vapor
season
concept
moments
as
thoughts
evolving
without
within
circle
path
word
traps
knots
which
shake
spears
winging
in-flight
targeting
grammar
re-routed
stan sand
Evil is targeting your next victim
Chopping them up into pieces
While they scream for help
Evil’s mother is worse than Evil though
Showing her captives a video
Of how she tortured her last victim
and chopped them up and ate them
She is now laughing at their screams.
Shooting my classmate’s brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
WINTER
Winter enters on snowy splendor.
In calm and cold frosty wonder.
Next name came: Natty Jack frost clown,
Targeting temperature down.
Elating elegant whiteness.
Raunchy in wild bare barrenness.
Where gossip hits a sudden death
when it enters a wise person's ears
Your words are displeasing to me
choice has two characters
one that hates the other's love
I can taste the bitterness of your soul attacking
forcing your opinion as having direct value
over something you know absolutely nothing
The targeting of the innocent
is the acts of a bully cornered
Once there was a monster completely made of roses,
who's venom was a fragrance targeting the noses.
He couldn't be engaged because of his many thorns
and the only thing he had in mind was to cause more deadly harm.
He would attack his enemies when he was in full bloom,
filling up a many decorated tombs.
But how could a rose monster ever could exist?
Can't we just live in harmony, this I do insist!
1.He was a Scottish-Canadian medical doctor
and serial killer who poisoned his victims.
2.He murdered up to ten people in three countries.
3.He is targeting mostly lower-class women,
prostitutes and pregnant women seeking abortions.
4.He was convicted and sentenced to death,and was
hanged on 15 November 1892.
Note.Prostitutes are also women and women are not
aliens,they are our mothers sisters and daughters.
Making food for your family early in the morning puts
You in a very happy mood and makes you proud
{But only when you don't do it often}having fun playing
In the sun all day makes you come closer and not
Stray from the happy days you want to have every day
Like in May with popsicles or inside with targeting
Missiles, games and social networks make you stray from reality
Crazay, but all that maters is that you have a happy day
Peeping from the sky,
Turning their long necks,
Mountains high,
What a world of crime?
Whispering,seeing the men winning sins,
Tears or rivers? flowing between the two river banks,
Taking some secrets to tell in the ears of the sea,
Turned like a hell,the angry sea,
Began to hit the whole body of the shore both ends,
Targeting the men and women,
One after one,non stop,
Longing the strong hands of waves,
Until the end!
The barren feed the barren
and empty hearts alike in manner seek
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep
within the marrow of the meek.
They blame the cheerful and cast
them far beyond the realm of consciousness,
while targeting the joyful with sorrows
that would spoil true happiness.
Strength will master self-contempt,
reduce to ash the all-consuming flame
of ruinous self-interest and sow
the seeds of gladness once again.
Full Moon High
From Human to Beast
Craving can’t hold
Search for flesh
Attacks and Eats
Darkness through the evil eyes
Wolfman calling the shots
Bullets with careful aim
Targeting the heart
Instant death
Don’t be bitten by a Werewolf
One bite, a human will become one
Watch as the Full Moon formulates
Transformation bout
Wolfman strength
Powerful and fierce
Beware and on alert
Somewhere and somehow, the Wolfman lurks
Their ghastly buzzing’s in the air
targeting vegetation everywhere
They dive-bomb and guillotine
anything and everything green
Prodigious throngs of winged invaders
escaping from the ground
Moving in dark clouds of death
engulfing whatever’s around
They may be harmless for humanity
but the locusts’ noise drives us to insanity
Coming this May to my home state ~
though I’d prefer 17 more years to wait…
I saw tears in the sky
Before they fell
And made my eyes swell
Then, I wondered why
You would want me
To feel this way
When reason decays
I just can't see
The anguish like a fire inside
Is not extinguished without
Closure, while ignoring shouts
Hidden places, having to hide
Some things burn forever
Lest mourning tears that freeze
Ruled by the decrees
Targeting connections to sever
Heidi Sands
Placed 2nd in The Fire Inside Contest.
African Wild Dogs are listed as, endangered
and they are also known as, the African Painted Dog
They are found in the South, and South East Africa
and they inhabit, forests, grasslands and deserts
Wild Dogs like to gather socially, in packs of around ten individuals
but this doesn’t help, when they catch diseases of distemper and rabies
They are threatened with targeting killing, by those human criminals
and habitat loss of their prey, from expanding human activities
An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops
the landscape. You watch the
world crumbling around you.
The death was very beautiful
thing, a moment before dying.
Becoming activist had contributed
towards the end; like
targeting yourself to be hanged.
The particulates pollution of
depression had seeped, and
Milky Way was asking, are you breathing ?
The fish now swims outside
the body. Death has many colours to celebrate.
Satish Verma