Short Throngs Poems
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From miles around, hushed
throngs gather. The magician
saws a girl in half...
Illusion or delusion
~ Who asks a girl what she thinks
The poor man turned
from the temple gate
where throngs of people gathered
to pray and wait.
Yet humbly he knelt
by a small shrine's plea
at the foot of an old Banyan tree.
Chords upon strings are played with finesse
bringing forth celestial songs
As angels their slender strings caress
A symphony of harps played by heavenly throngs
soothing the soul while they bless
Wandering off
drifting hither and yon
Stumbling without purpose
through maddening throngs
Askant in reflection
devoid of all thought
The badlands awaiting
— eternity fraught
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Throngs at each corner downtown
A crush of humanity
Waiting for a green light
Light years ago, impatient
Now preoccupied
Focused on that screen in their hands
'Excuse me' has replaced 'Good morning'
Watch your step...
George walked past the throngs
Straight to the pier.
It had been a long day
And he needed
To digest it all, to recount
time.
To remember love again.
To catch it
In the air.
His large hands on the wooden rail,
Julie came to mind.
Betrayal stings, a bitter wound, A trust shattered, A heart marooned.
Once embraced now pushed aside, a disbelief we all confide.
But rise we shall, from ashes, strong.
a lesson learned, resilience throngs.
For in the pain, We find our might.
To forge ahead, and heal our plight.
seagulls looked for garbled shreds,
scouring up after stray throngs
signs creak to swing of ocean
conducting to the depressed pranksters.
Written: March 6, 2022
Lind30nr Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Lind30 form: 7-7-7-9
HMC.COM
A car ran
thru the city
so fast
without caution
that doom was point blank
the car spun
around
ground attack
flipping
on its back
hurling sparks
that lit a bomb off
throngs of victims at loss
a
villain drank too much
12/31/22
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Emile Pinet
November's sun brings smiles
to every passerby's face
As throngs weave their way
through downtown's rat race
On overcast days
eyes are cast down
or look straight ahead
Today they glance upward
like petals of a flower
to soak in the goodness
of each precious hour
September winds carry the echoes of ancient songs,
When air was sweet with the scent of earth
And we placed our wishes upon the willow's roots,
Weeping then as echoes drowned in the noise of throngs,
When cares of life displaced the child’s mirth
And left us crushed by war's tough boots.
A great storm was brewing
Large numbers queuing
Thunderstorms rolling, lightning blazed
Throngs of people held spellbound, amazed
Trees swayed with arms raised
Nature too had joined in praise
Sceptics unable to accord him such praise
It was Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" address.
I wend my way
to Tamarisk Bay.
White sands glow
beyond the foe.
Amid pink trees
and whispered breeze
I hear the lilt
of haunting guilt
as pipes intone
a strangled moan
for sacred things
ripped from kings
while throngs gazed
at beauty razed
and cowered mute
when fear did suit.
It’s Attitude Stupid, Not Altitude
1/30/2018
Tom
Altitude is how high you fly,
Attitude is your mindset upon returning.
The attitude of one highbrow,
Has the ability to cause chaos for the throngs.
To experience meaningful change,
Attitudes must become part the new paradigm.
In this world of sin and shame,
It's hard to know who is to blame.
We become desensitized,
To the evil on the rise.
Those beliefs we know are wrong,
Are lived daily among the throngs.
Is there no end to hate and greed?
What will it take to follow God's lead.
If there is evil and I give it no name,
Than it is I who is to blame.
We
haunt
settled
peacefully.
Hunting for faint fjords
in the fathomless duskiness.
Skywalker drawings darting amid the thrilled pine shrubs,
Psyches shaped a hollow chimera, that kept hopper throngs growing and showed acumen.
Written: January 13, 2022
Fibonnaci is a form with: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables each line.
It's roots are a foothold
To a mainstay stem
That shoots arms so strong
To hold person and string
Rope and note in his bag
Dire fully, he scrutinizes it
Till he locates a stronger hand
Fit to send him to dead-land
Throngs are amassed, astounded
Officers seek for testaments
His loved ones are richly wailing
Now he's like a drooping ceiling
Rain polka dots
the limestone church
in a spray of champagne
as throngs of ballet slipper camellias
plie like marionettes
with crystal strings
to heavy drops
on an emerald lawn
of rice tosses.
Rows of braided Lavender
sway to Spring's accordion gusts
just as far-off fields of shamrock
jettison rose poppies
into glistening air.
7/18/18
Once in Hong Kong I sang a song
Chong and Wong pulled along
Choir it became strong
Lifelong those throngs now belong
Rithimus Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
of Gregory R Barden
6.8.2020
reference my poem: Mohan's Rhyme Schema at:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mohans_rhyme_schema_581037
(date: 6.7.2014, contest name: Rhyme Schema, sponsor: Verlena S Walker)
From a Balcony in Paris
Fine rain
open umbrella
Sitting on the balcony
Of a hotel
Overlooking
Haussmann-Saint Lazare.
Throngs of people
Something has changed
People drink
Starbuck
Eat hamburgers
On the hoof.
Old restaurant closed
Converted
To fast-food joints.
I sigh
Drink from the bottle
Of Bordeaux
To avoid
Getting rainwater
In my wine.
I remember nights when up alone
You sceptered my arms
And I monarch marbled my throne
With your eyes cute charms.
Out of my love came the songs
That changed your high pitched yells
To gentle snores, what throngs
Of dreams I had! Love make spells
And time breaks them
Like a heart. I remember nothing
Where the broken stem
Of our relationship dethrones the king.
Yosemite enchants us with her beauty,
And throngs take two-dimensional pictures
To fill 8x10 frames and social sites.
She speaks with water and light, but only
iPhones listen – for few sit quietly
To hear her murmurs of mystic meaning.
She remains but a photo-op and her
Spirit breaks – she pleads, ‘Hear me, please!’ as
Granite-rim tears smear her mascara.
Racing the moonlight
Chasing the starlight
Facing the spotlight
Embracing my fate
Adoring the good rhymes
Ignoring the lost dimes
Exploring the fast times
It's boring to wait
Inviting the sad songs
Righting the bad wrongs
Fighting the mad throngs
Igniting my hate
Whoever the pain stings
Whenever the heart sings
Whatever the day brings
It's never too late
Our hearts like hammers tripping
into silent sunbeams slipping,
we moved, my team and I,
into time’s immortal gripping.
mourning the quiet passing throngs,
wafting in the wordless void.
No inspiration given,
wrapped within precision’s ribbon,
leaving paper cuts so thin
to bleed our daily loss out loud.
homeward bound, so slowly,
with our heads reluctant bowed.
brighter afternoon
after the solar eclipse
four eyes put away
as couples are high-fiving
emphasizing photographs
heigh-ho back to screen
first to post solar eclipse
along with the throngs
lucky strike of sunshine gold
its older than the black hills
the sun soon will set
but will all appreciate
the normal darkness?
sunset taken for granted
without retinopathy