Short Throwaway Poems
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Tribute to Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
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A throwaway poem
This is just a throw away poem;
Take it in or leave it to be.
I know exactly where this poem is going;
Some poems are just thrown away.
Thrown away, to you, from me.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Broken rocky garden, overgrown, torn
Bending her splintered hope, divided pain
Token throwaway cuts, discarded scorn
Spending relief's pennies, enticing rain
9/15/19
Originally in ‘Her Rocky Garden’ on this site
Arbitrium Divisa 4 contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
SKIMMING
surface like glass
tight thin ice
below a
whirlpool pulls
in too deep
an elapsed
Soul
skimming the face
of words left
in neutral
swirl vortex
shallow low
down beneath
Scroll
throwaway
pointless
empty
Hollow
© Kim van Breda—17 January 2016
Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair
Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories
Too bitter to be confined
Eighteen years
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son
“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear
A wag said that puppy love
gave him kittens night and day.
He loved a girl in Weymouth,
but became a throwaway.
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(Weymouth is pronounced Weymerth, with the stress on "Wey".)
7/31/2015
Contest - Micro-poetry ain't that tweet
Sponsor - Casarah Nance
5th place win
Broken rocky garden, overgrown, torn
Bending her splintered hope, divided pain
Token throwaway cuts, discarded scorn
Spending relief's pennies, enticing rain
Spoken dulcet song, kindness softly born
Tending today's seeds for tomorrow's gain
Still plant optimism in future Mays
Will grant definition to her last days.
6/16/19
For Rima Ottava contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Some adjust to the plow,
they learn to shape their lives
around what they push through.
Assembling plastic throwaway things
blind hands adjust.
The Buddha breaks rocks
in a quarry, adjusts his mind to emptiness.
Jesus
paints roads signs. Teaches the law
of infinite directions.
Most harness themselves
to the unseen work within the work,
do what we must do to break away
from a hitched-up life.
Don't look back
In this theater of modernist art
And wish what was
Worth being hung
Worthy off the space on
wall and hanging holes
it was hung
Patronage in thrones have
spent well earned coin to see
In order to say they have
Been kneeling before like the
grace of ages
Was and is till this day
The artist is remembered for
Yet never wishes they we're
Because it was a throwaway
A B-Side track
Never expected to attract
But somehow did