Short Thrusting Poems
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Donald Trump believes the O-zone layer
Must be a kneeling NFL player
Thrusting a fist
Into the mist
But, unlike Trump, its just a taxpayer!
The morning sky is blushing
Mountain breasts are thrusting
For the sun the day is lusting.......
For Brian's contest..
like a
blinded
cyclops
yelling
that no
man has
blinded
me by
thrusting
a stick
in my
eye
now i
can only
feel the
pleasure
of my pain
Form:
cold breath
freezes,
impressions
of life
dancing
in the winter
moments,
thrusting
light
and shadows,
fingers scoop
at crystals
that float
away
abruptly.
Victory
Triumphant, Engaging
Thrusting, Achieving, Conquer
Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall
Weaken, slumber, failing
Slowly, Suddenly
Defeat
So extravagant,
sweat glistens, her body oil.
Juices, heaven sent.
Skin, smooth like silk,
my exotic Latin dame.
Thrusting for her milk.
Jared Pickett
10/28/09
Asavvy1
Phineas' revenge for the Lord
thrusting his miniature sword
in Zimri, Israelite prince...
Modern sensibilities wince
but for Jews, it just wasn't right
to romance the Midianites
Testing this takes the “T” through this to that,
timing thrusting through time thinking together.
Therefore, this trend takes time.
To those that transform these, they twitter together.
Thanks, lol
Petals
of white roses
sprinkled over virgin heart
scents of untold perfume when consumed
by the lust of young lovers
innocently thrusting toward future dreams
Fragrances of desire
Now awakened
By love
Fingers touching
Eyes closing
Pulse racing
Heart pounding
Hands clasping
Back arching
Eyes locking
Hips thrusting
Breath quickening
Passion exploding
Bodies shaken
Spirits unite
His name spoken
Love is made
Form:
Hurting is he?
Until now the pain was all mine.
Ripples of anguish fill me even now.
Thrusting their way into my life.
Imploring my heart to remember.
Never allowing my soul Forget.
Giddiness fills me as I see him suffer.
Written in ABC
Another butterfly, colors dappled, enters, flying gracefully heavenward. I just kneel,
looking, mesmerized. Natures overture plays quietly. Restless, suddenly thrusting upward,
variegated wings, exiting, youthfully zoom.
Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
"Streams of Silence"
quiet thoughts suspended in dramatic dance
evading sounds of audible utterance lost in trance
sharply thrusting deeply felt as a lovers lance.
*For Black Eyed Susan's Silence Contest.
*August 12, 2012.
3/10/12
mild weather ahead
so says the news report
except for the wind
that frozen voice from the north
button up then till april
conjure now green vision
how happy those spring sounds
tulips thrusting up
refreshing smell of spring rain
just a winter’s nap away
Issues of speech sounds
(something like a promise)
fall suddenly, helplessly
into ruins--
like a figure carved in crystal
becoming
unexpectedly aware
of the sphere of mortal life--
the shards spill a haphazard course
thrusting into the area
of least resistance.
Proudly he stands,
the centurion of stone,
alone in his battleground
where winds drape their
coolness against his
sun-baked smile unbreaking
as he defies the forces
opposing his decades of being,
dauntless in his pose,
he holds his thrusting sword
towards a ghostly foe.
Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid
gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton
colors. Rubicund
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress
kerfs a hyloid
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges.
ELECTRIC WIND
electric the wind
low black clouds over laden
wet tulips thrusting
mixed emotions now
and i walking with shifting eyes
some winter left
black cat on the fence
between the pickets arching
calendar full moon
is wet the feeling?
the whole world saturated?
coffee dry quarters
The smell of death
Oh so sweet
The thrusting of the dagger
Oh so enchanting
Is it blood lust
Or a crave for murder
Stab another victim
Maybe I'll see which it is
Stabbed him, and him
And him
No, I still don't know
Stabbed him
I see it
A crave for murder
To see death
Of the enemy
thrusting the back day's echoes into cache and restart with new sunshine
Morning Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Syllable Counter: How many syllables
Date: 29-05-2022
Tears filled my eyes, hope completely abandoned.
Miserable must i be cursed love?!
Your wrong doing stains me of my own blood.
Thrusting its steel blade into my heart.
I feel no more, bleeding out my soul.
Fear is my love will never be felt again.
-To you that remember what my love once
was of which it is no more.
Form:
Take life for every minute it gives
Spend time like dust specks gathered
Free your mind off taunted shadowed thoughts
Clean the mind unfurl coiled negative energy
Walk equipoised trumping rooted darkness
Rejuvinate coarse emotions thrusting chuffs
Run a mile and count the escalations
Forgo the tumbles and stand chin up.
Form:
Rejoice
Rejoice
REJOICE
Furiously French Kissing
therapeutic telescopes
with overly open eyes
Dance
Dance
DANCE
Helplessly hip thrusting
Music Made by Mothering instincts
And eccentric emotions
Restrain
Restain
RESTRAIN
How sweet to see the sun
In glory freshly learned
But precious potential pleasure
Leaves every eye burned
Bonnie birdsong tickles my ears,
echoing in the hall of hearing,
thrusting my head in upward spin.
A yellow canary chirps out secrets.
Bonnie birdsong tickles my ears
in the forest of morning dew.
I look for the little stranger,
as he alights on a leafy branch.
Bonnie birdsong tickles my ears.
3/3/2018