Short Tether Poems
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School
Recess
Run outside
Playing with my friends
Tether ball, Hopscotch, Jump rope
First we learn then we burn all our energy
will choose orbs for you.
to wear a gold sleek tether.
my treat to you now
Written: February 18, 2022
Gentle are the ball and chain
that tether me to you
Glad am I you’re not sadistic
and bake me cookies too
Regardless of weather,
Or else lips like leather;
Are chirping;
Badly burping;
Like a ball that is tether.
This is Trump the Terrible.
Jim Horn
A ring of truth, a silver star,
so set me adrift and I won't get far,
but tether my soul to astounding faith
and all that is left is my rippled wake...
Form:
A crazy tether ball playing hornet
Fell on her head over the game’s rope net.
Her mamma said “What?”
She fell on her butt.
Accidentally showing her pink corset.
Frustrations may get a long rope,
But there’s a tether we call hope
That puts despair in falling slope.
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Triolets | 03.11.05 |
Out of the rubble,
And through trouble.
My hopes, doubles.
Weaving together,
This fair weather.
Evil dare tether.
In mental telepathy,
Feel no empathy,
With sympathy.
Form:
Listen to poem:
Knit one, purl one
two knit together.
On we go, entwining begun.
Next a loop we pull to tether
Then a purl one, a reversal done.
Now a lace embrace, two as one forever.
a single glance
holds more than spoken words—
a tether stretching across time,
tight with what we never voiced and told,
humming like stars we name but never touch.
After, they asked if I knew the truth about her
From said head, I plucked out mine own eyes
the pulling strain from your tether
which devised
a glimpse of the nether:
everyone wore leather.
Tether,
Untightened
with frugality
The message.
Pounce.
Patter.
Or none of the
Above.
Nontheless,
The war room
should receive
this visit.
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Threads unseen, yet tightly wound,
Hearts in silence, ever bound.
Through time and space, a soulful call,
One love found, one love all.
A fleeting breath, a whispered vow—
Forever starts in the here and now.
I sat the light
yet it is dark
night has fallen not
my eyes be open
blind I be, darkness by,
the sun settle not
o am I frock by despair
not a shine lend to me... vision,
and my way...
tether darkling
Form:
World-weary and at the end of my tether
Yonder lies my beloved’s abode
Random as the fallen flight feather
Magic horse for me is the only mode
Critical as it is to bring us together
Lamenting, toward the setting sun I rode.
heart lacks tact
face flushes crimson
eye contact
lip quivers
taken by his smile
she shivers
a phone rings
breaking the tether
heart still sings
heart lacks tact
taken by his smile
heart still sings
I pay no attention to the forecast,
I just blend into the weather.
Was it not clever
to attempt to tether
our pleasures together
to the feathers of forever?
I knew you were a dream
when I was going through you.
Oh the wonderful awe I sense
As the great ocean greets me.
Her rhythm and majesty so intense
yet so soothing and free.
Though my soul may be adrift
or lashed to some calamity
Her waves do tether and are swift
To center my reality
Poems in time
Writing simple rhymes
Artistry as a mime
Digital blocks come together
Our screens tie us with a tether
Simple minds float like a feather
Words come to me not
nor idea, thought, or plot
Is what we write for naught
fists of cracked stone, palms turning leather
words left to linger behind your pursed lips
rise with my fever - who fastens the tether
no second to consider your letters on ships
I reign to set fire your mind’s dreary weather
Uncle Sam Got My Son, the Man
My heart feels joy and sadness—together.
Watch me tether madness.
I know there should be gladness.
He joined the service… sad-nest.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
As time rolls on by
a dream, the same dream
of our life together,
alas always about the memory
as light as a feather
in Technicolour
at one’s tether,
that makes life tough
like a flower of love
alone in an acre of corn.
© Harry j Horsman 2012
Look at her
So happy and alive
Not knowing the child should be 3 months
The one she couldn't have
The only tether to life
Another child of 3
can't die yet
Must live by rote
Aching to be her once again
The picture falls from my hand
O lassie, I were loving you far longer than I knew,
And I would have you know of it, before the eve were through.
Through fair and feisty weather,
We shall face it all together,
And our hearts shall be our tether,
If you will but say "I do".
Mind's eye mandela
My anchored threads of thought
Internal musings
Spun into my soul's fine cloth
Tether me to life's hard earth.
(January 16, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved