Short Textured Poems
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bountiful brown leaves
blot the ground with soft wreckage
autumn's textured rust
Composed January 2022
Textured jewels approaching the horizon
Funneling velvet water
With exhilarating sky
Lush beach fingers the sunset
~
Delicious day ends
Form:
Sumptuous sublime,
Honey layered textured sky.
Waves caress the shore.
Cold pistachio ice cream
Nutty flavored dream
Cherry essence floods each bite.
Green frozen delight
Smoothly textured chill
Summertime –
Thrill!
Sun
by
Tom Wright
Skin textured as bark
From daily sun exposure,
Prematurely old.
2/24/03
(Haiku2)
A pause
as ears listen
with cause
Words heard
softly they come
textured
A kiss
to feel warm breath
such bliss
contest Whispers of a Muse
Frederic Parker 11/24/14
I write a mean word--
A textured catchword that sings like a mockingbird--
But I can't tell you the last time anyone had heard--
My teacher was dead before she was ever read
E.D.
PARTICULAR ATTRACTIONS
revived
traditions
in
perfect
outlines
of
simplified
exactitude
precise
&natural
textured
in
effective
graphic
practice
Chrome meets sun;
a slick reflection
Salt and grit;
smooth surface;lined
Body scuffed;
marked;textured
Dampness green;
always forgiving of nature.
Hairs stand on end;
obscurity march
in procession
A mantle sewn into
textured yarns of winter
while innocent stars glitter
hopeful--
like diamonds falling from
a borrowed cradle
when December honors a holy Babe
Contest, Brian Strand 240
Pretty caramel colored, Indian hair textured, strong, confident, and bold you stand.
Quietly. Picturesque of black and white.
Whose house was that?
No clue. I only heard tales of you.
Curious to have only wondered.
Form:
STUDY OF COLOUR -:-
notice
simultaneous
contrasts
interacting
harmoniously
together DRAWN
spontaneous
living
textured
evening
moods
of MOTIONLESS AWE
transparent
opaque
traces
dying
.6dead
certainty
a
peculiar
allusion
naively
encountered
in
juxtapositions
ignored
proxy
patterns
snugly
textured
bastions
of
lineage
resonates
with suspicion
in
a
perennial
metropolitan
renaissance
New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile,
While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile.
Their textured sand speaks ancient text of terraced tombs below,
But the desert dance continues on to ruin what doth grow.
In stark contrast of textured sight,
beneath an indigo clear sky,
rugged beauty of mountains might,
reflect in waters on a sigh;
as stately pines sport ruffled trim,
ice crystals dust forest floor and rim.
For the contest; A Nature Verse
Sponsored by John Freeman
Placement: 2nd
Solid and sharp
Dense and clear
Emotional change
Warm without touch
Touch with pain
Brightness that sting
Sting with a brush
Smooth with roughness
Shape without forms
Growth that is green
An aim for brightness
A fineness that rivals
Claws with sight
Drips when pulled
Hardens when dried
Textured with time
Wool like textured hair,
Vibrant and cleaned with care,
Thick coloured lashes,
Looks very dashing,
On the pale and blemish free skin,
Sweet & unconsuming,
Life laid bare,
Cleaning that nose ring must be a nightmare,
But no time to sit and stare,
There is a whole wide world out there to glare,
I am off to join the fun fair.
Standing in front of a mirror
An unbiased jurist of me
Heavy wrinkles on the forehead
Typifying the crossed thresholds
Where did the soft textured hair go?
Turned brittle with the patchy beard
The skin lost glow and grew pallor
Represents the bygone decades
The eyes, still with vitality
Token of the contented life
Place: 3 rd
Tell Your wind
no need to roar,
my own need
push enough --
Tell Your Sun
high at its zenith,
no need for excess
gleamith --
Confound further
my soul
saying, for you, no
love to be found,
in painted sky
on textured ground --
If love, for me, not near
nor far-apart – Why, Dear Lord!~
gave You this poet
a beating heart?
Textured needlepoint worked in wool_cotton
A life filled with ordinary not silver
Perplexing complex design at many times
Every year design becomes brighter
Shining beams of radiant light woven
Tapestry rich and bold in muted hue
Renaissance pattern in autumn colors
Yes life of varied color rich life lived
Sponsor: Carol Brown
Contest: Tapestry
a former post...
Sweet Juliet Rose
of beauty composed,
with cupped rosette form of old-
Emitting from blooms,
Sweet tea-rose perfumes,
a fragrant scent to behold-
Sweet Juliet Rose,
elegantly posed,
with delicate textured folds-
Hybrid perfection,
with peach complexion,
no lovelier bouquet sold-
The textured page holds my finger
Swift memory steals the pause
Here I’ll sit and so long linger
Again, I’ll wonder who she was
Moved as if by a magic wand
To soles and autumn leaves
Carried back to Walden’s pond
Amongst observant trees
Its here I held her young hand
And wondered what might be
There we walked the storied land
Now how does she remember me
Red, yellow, orange,
brown and green
spilling across acres;
fresh dollops of paint on a canvas
textured with red fox, grey squirrels,
colored footprints, dot the sky.
Laughing clouds in cherubic-grin,
listen to the humming winds
as they celebrate,
autumn ecstasy...
a nature-collage.
No need to hang this one on the wall,
just walk in.
the taste of blood fills my swollen mouth
tainted by the taste of blood
with every swallow of saliva
it's immense distaste makes it's way to my stomach
slowly churning lunch from earlier
until i vomit a mass of textured chicken and noodles
and find myself hugging
the porcelain God Uranus
June 6, 2019
* had a little fun with this even though it was a true event.
each room bright
well lit I find
myself switching off
a light that’s not on
it’s off it’s bright
feast to the sight
walls are textured white
the moon looms
when the brightness dims
on shadowed limbs
outside-in and inside-out
and upside-down the lids
close and darkness hearkens
dreams and nightmares
and in betweens
til morning sits up
in its time and frolics
in my stead