Short Thickest Poems
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I am the rose that blooms
in fields of thickest weeds, "Oh, God!
This is not fair."
A gentle humility of blossoms
radiates to an open sky.
Conscience makes
the liars weep
The feeble strong
the dreamers sleep
It calls beyond
the thickest door
Forever’s shadow
—fate du jour
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Fairies play through the misty path.
Magick colors the thickest of fog.
Spellbinding humming flies through the forest.
Darkness is a dance of light.
The trees whisper ‘Follow your heart’.
The old bent withered tree had weathered many storms.
At one point, a hollowing out began at its thickest part.
A specific shape took form; the old tree had grown a heart.
For Sijo contest by Rick Parise
Thickest mist will hide the way,
Gold has turned to leaden grey.
Forest paths begin to bend,
Seeking for a hidden end.
Voices whisper from the deep,
Promises they never keep.
Heart is heavy like a stone,
Walking in the dark alone.
Purple pauses peach pleasantries
Offering hot coffee or sweet tea
Warm welcomes with charming smile
Sitting on the porch in southern style
Saying hey to everyone of y’all
Thickest accent in the way you talk
Appreciative of nature that silver sings
In eyes and hearts of soul that dreams
losing one's way through
the thickest thickets
and thorniest bushes in the
darkest jungles
only whets the urgent urge
of the roving soul
to be able to blaze even the
faintest of trails
that hopefully leads back
to a jubilant heart!
A life of drugs; he laughs, he shrugs
Found this world to be "non-addictive"
Hopelessly dependent; oh, can I end it?
Hurt so deeply, now I'm vindictive
Construct the thickest, strongest shell
Impenetrable fortress; unstoppable blockade
Barb-wire, a moat- ten million guards!
They come, they go; they glow, then fade...
Far away,
in the thickest woods
where frozen mist drifts
beside the pure water springs
on soft green grass we two lay
i lean upon you
as sky lean upon earth
centuries would pass
some bright day morn
some reckless would come and find
two bodies glittering like crystals
arms so embodied as branches
lips so compact
one can not dissimilar the two.
Form:
northpole surfaces
the thickest layer of ice
icebreaker .. mortal
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friends is like family misunderstand and face the rage inside of me with the power of a
icebreaker trynna find a way though the thickest layers of ice of the northpole .. ya dig ...
White Hoe...
You may try to fix your eyes, and even try to shake the round in your thighs, with your
conniving ways, from you i'll always stray! Cause i like my women with natural eyes a solid
mind with natures gift of full bodied thighs, hair like the thickest of wool locked down to the
small of her back please please forgive for the relasp.... sorry just thinking
Form:
Through the forest tear thirteen fine thoroughbreds
Fraught with tension they flick their fair heads
Thrashing through the thickest thickets fittest first
Thundering from forest for the fields they thirst
Freed from their flight they finish together
Thirteen fine thoroughbreds frolic forever
Contest : Twist my Tongue
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
8th Place
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!
The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.
A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill.
Proud nation paraded in patriotic attire
Saffron, white, and green frills
Swung and danced in rhythm
Warriors showed gallant touch in discipline
And marched folklores displayed diversity
Dancer’s cadences added colors to the day
And tricolor-ed flags floated in heart
Singing anthem on lips
Offered flowers to the rested souls
Nation’s thickest roar
Rose beyond clouds
Oh maybe someday you will understand,
why I talk of leaving this fast land.
I’m going somewhere for strange people,
I know it will have that church steeple.
My memories of this place shall stay,
deep in my mind til by dying day.
Grass shall be thickest and greenest,
kite flying there will be at its best.
The sky will be according to thought,
whether it be sunshine, rain or drought.
Devotional devotees dazzlingly delight
At an amazing aurora’s star of abiding light;
You’re yawl-like year-round of Yahweh’s areole-sight,
Starlight of sunshine, starlight in splendid night,
Twinkling tirelessly ‘til the thickest tip of twilight;
Ardent acclamations in our hearts arise…alight,
Reuniting us in rejoicing with reverence in thy rite!
Standing in the stillness of the hour,
Staring into the starless dark sky-
Holding it's uncanny secrets.
Coldness of the wind, piercing my hollow thoughts.
Hooting owl, deafening the silence of the woods.
Veiled with the thickest cloak of misery,
I let myself sink into the depth of nothingness.
So, my grey eyes could absorb a bit of your colours.
And light up another candle in the abyss of my nights.
I have traversed through the thickest jungles
Fought off exotic bees
Searched aperch the highest mountains and sailed the roughest seas
Tried medicines from tribal men
Sled the North Pole in the coldest degrees
Looked inside of Lions Mouths and picked them of their fleas
My Search goes on and on and on
Quite indefinitely
All I need is for you to do as I like
And put my mind at ease
Form:
It's Not The Size That Matters
by Franklin Price
5/2/2018
It's not the size that matters
It's the mental attitude
There's a reason that you wanted it
Stopping now would just be rude
It may not be the largest
Or the thickest that you've had
It will satisfy your hunger
At the end you will be glad
I know what you're thinking now
But this thought is my own
If you see the cream is dripping
Quickly lick the ice cream cone
Where I wanna be, is this place
I’ll stay until dawn breathes its light
And night slips away
To behold your eyes
Your countenance shines
Brighter than glorious rays
And at the breath of its light
Even the thickest night, obeys
I’ll lock up myself in your embrace
And throw the keys faraway
For I want to behold your face
Till my hairs turn grey
To be more like you
Is my only plea
And in your presence is,
Where I wanna be
©Gloria Koya
A cold rain falls,
the wind bites.
Not even the thickest walls,
could warm me tonight.
The silent emptiness
seeps into my soul,
draining any happiness
it leaves a gaping hole.
Sick sadness fills me,
writhing within my heart.
The aching consumes me,
it rips me apart.
Will the pain ever stop?
Will I be happy again?
No like the raindrops
pain hides within.
Some days its not so bad,
others it is worse.
Though it seems I am cursed
to always be sad......
4/6/05
Gat not much to say
But that all will pay
Both hubby and wifey
In the life race that
is pacey.
Dream not again
For the reality is
now a rain
Very cold to the skin
Shredding the
thickest cover to the
thin.
Together you are
now
Forever and ever,
so take a bow!
From us all
And walk with heads
tall!
Barakah and Sakinah
I see
Flowing with you in a
sea
Swim and dwell in it
And felicitate forever
with it!
Happy Married life!
A life free from strife!