Short Team Up Poems

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Premium Member The Plot's the Thing

I usually try to write poems with a plot,
Sometimes pithy, and sometimes not.
My muse and I team up as one,
But if she bails before it's done,
And I can't finalize what's within,
I'm left without a plot to pith in.


Indulgence Denied

Birds of similar feather 
conspire together
when sores of society 
open chaotic doors.
A boiling abscess 
provides easy access.
Statesmen must team up 
before angry masses teem
and cross the threshold of justice. 

Jan 11, 2021
Form: Grook

Premium Member Waste of Time

A long time he has hung on
It's about time he gets the boot
The rest would be glad to see him gone
They'll team up to say good-bye to Newt
Chastushka Form-Russian Poetry contest of Gwen Rix With visiting Judge Andrea Dietrich co-judging 7th Place Winner

Game Nights

i remember those nights at my mother's home
when and her brother would team up
and play a ghost game with me and my sister
by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us

the cold breeze at night on rooftop
and there was just silence in the distance
as we were hiding in the dark
not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us

A Ripple In Time

Through the eyes of an innocents one lies
In the mental static of one who soon dies
The trauma of all the things experience
He or She needs lots of guidance
Ones hand grasps the air with hope
When the stars tend to elope
The waves of the years start to show
The winds of old start to blow
When the decay becomes part of the world
As the seas team up and swirled
It opens the moments of sadness
Than after it shows the world of happiness


The Dot

Im a dot,
A small black powerful dot,
I can spoil a celebrity autograph 
I make void a bank cheque signature
I can spoil a sentence, a tiny story:
“A man walked along the. road”
With my friends, we make something mysterious:
“then the door closed………………….”
I highjack a comma
;
I meet up with another dot
:
I question myself with a scimitar shape
?
We dots, team up with our friends, the dashes to make the well known Morse code
. - .. - - .

Left,Right,Old Tower

left,right old tower,dish the spoon upon the hour,can i plead for nery hour?my 
machine does many things but ne er enough to dow her.its cringle up and flancy 
pants,dont give dudes a second chance.we are wise to sew this,its preamble on 
the whoa's list.cant team up with a devil,and dont want to.my apartment is got 
to.do?do you like the filth and monger,my love,getting stronger,feel the filth of me 
longer,pen in hand,i destroy your land and add to my o'dower.
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Lions Pride

Roar loud, leone.
Watch closely.
Watch and witness the lion's new fangs.

This icky mud covered world is all I know.
You’ve told me nothing,
What do I need to silence you?
I’ve found those answers.

Don’t you dare get in my way.
If you interfere,
I will salt the wound.

I think you’re confused,
There is no group.
I don’t team up with anyone.

This is how I live,
hear me?
With fangs of a lion.

This is the difference—
between your resolve and mine.
© Seth Pina  Create an image from this poem.

Comprehension Console's

All I need is a hug
Hold me
I am sad today
I need to know someone cares
Listen to me
Hear me out
Understand just a little bit
Turn the page with me
See mistakes
Criticize me
Critique me
Team up with me
Believe with me
Table full but never an impossibility
Help build me
I will build you
Balance is such a key ingredient
Acting whole
Gets old when there is a flaw
Honesty is better than a lie
Begin with me right here
We will reach higher levels together

The Captives :My Spirit

Each and every day that comes 
finds our faces washed up with tears 
wondering when we'll be free again 
to team up with our loving dears. 

Suffering is the air that we breath 
proving that happiness, we'll never find 
that, is the bitter truth of our lives 
though justice and freedom was our stand 

Our children are illustrations of malnutrition 
with ribs sticking out of their small chests 
  always crying due to hunger and thirst 
and the cold on their halfclothed bodies.
Form: Quatrain

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