Short Teeters Poems
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God.
How I love writing
It teeters on frightening
Drawn in by the lightening
By one all encompassing word
Wrapped in verve
A wordsmiths perv
Another year offers itself
Like the smile spittling newborn
Gleaming with womb waste,
Ready or not,
The new year teeters through
Love and lessens,
Lament and force.
...for Sylvia Plath
White wisps in
killing glow
dissolve.
Whiteness
won't redeem her;
arctic and stark,
bright yet lifeless.
Barren,
a spectre
without purpose,
she teeters
in darkness,
alone in her lordliness.
A leaf teeters on the edge
Winds rustling, whistling
Teasing, promising temporary respite.
False dawn descends
As the lone leaf falls
Hopes and dreams crisp and blend to become nothing in the night.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
traffic lights
amber moon
heart ticking over
here the head teeters
breathy fumes
flood the face of the road
there are other wheeled minds
in this static world
other's waiting
to go
and the gone
are gone forever
curbside
cats stare
going nowhere
wreathed in silent torment
waking moments snap
at each breath of air
gnarled
echoes of pasts filter by
sleep eludes
weaves and teeters
numbing the weary mind
awake each thought
like splintered thorns
assault the dead of night
dreamless
devoid of hope
shorn of light
Form:
Propped up on willpower strong
Wants and needs in war prolong
Tested far beyond my means
Clinging tight to hopes and dreams
Each day teeters on near collapse
Strength in danger enabling relapse
Endless trials pain and sting
What new battle will tomorrow bring?
Ecstasy is evasive. It's like candy for the soul
Contriving it rarely works and
searching for its manifestation daily
teeters on an addiction of sorts
Americans are obsessed with feeling good
Seems like we missed something somewhere
yet, now I'm writing about it. I prefer living it
I lost the love of my life
In the secret storm
of our romance
Looking for a guiding light
For our love teeters on the
Edge of night
As the world turns
I will search for love tomorrow
Among the dark shadows of despair
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Lies drip off my lips like honey.
Whilst the truth struggles to clamber up my airway.
It often gets stuck somewhere between my throat and my mouth.
Never to see the light of day.
Falsehoods come much easier.
They behave as my constant companions.
Support for my throne of fabrication,
Which teeters in the breeze.
Is
When a tiny tot teeters on the brink of toddlerhood
When your first love finds another
When a reader discovers Hemingway
When demob happy you exit the services
When a treacherous IED is tripped
When Death your soulmate snatches away.
Life is a war;
so i fight.
Life is a story;
so i write.
Life is now;
so i live.
Life is Krama;
so i give.
Life is in motion;
so i move.
Life is a dance party;
so i groove.
Life is learning;
so i understand.
Life is unpredictable;
so i plan.
Life teeters on the edge of death;
so make sure you live like nothing's left.
what he says you have to try and swallow with a dump truck load of salt
sure, his colorful stories seem credible, plausible, some even probable
But I know him better than most of you, I am his relative.
His embellishments and entertaining exaggerations could appear
on Faux News.
For what he has to say teeters between alternative facts, tall tales and lies.
The loves that lost or lingers on
to tempt fair heart with faintest song.
The small remnants of primal pain
that rise and rise over again.
Seeking so to immerse absorb
the core of oneness ego’s formed.
One is whole sum yet two can tear
many fine souls hold out in fear.
Loves reward when shared by two
teeters on a knifes edge of cold blue.
We hold hands with broken fingers
torn and grasping lovers linger.
The brunt of me.
Ends up bursting and unsalvageable.
Maybe I have another pill in the corner of my mind.
Just churns into the slop.
And lets out a bellow.
Everything about depression.
Just teeters around in a crusty way.
But it is thorough.
Is loving as a centipede.
The brunt of me.
Doesn’t end, just creates spots in my eyes again.
Bursting and unsalvageable.
I had a plan to build a new mind out of blades of grass.
It stayed up longer than expected.
Teensy tiny toad totally teeters on a goblet edge
In this prissy uppity restaurant! Screamed unappreciative Sedge.
The prices are outrageous! This toad is ruining my meal!
His blind date thought he was acting like a bit of a heel.
He wanted a refund, demanded the chef come their way.
His date, who had brought the toad, quickly ran out and away.
I guess I am the best gauge of character, the tiny toad said.
Yes, she agreed. I love it that you are always here for me, Ned.