Short Too Little Poems
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Understanding too much,
feeling too little
Our being unbalanced
—and spirit restrained
(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
It was the least he could do.
And still that seemed excessive.
Decided I could live without his crumbs.
AP: 3rd place 2026
Needed in a world-
more than less and less than more,
always the same
too much is bad as too little
just the right amount to go on
Vacation...Not for the teachers!
Boys and girls squealling with glee, horses and wagons
So much information too little time! Cowboy UP!
What did it cost but regret,
what did it take but denial
What did it bring but despair
—what in the end was worthwhile
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Wonder not for the state our world is in when we are doing too little its many ills to cure!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
27 July 2016
Beneath the cover of silence.
Indistinct words under layers of muffled emotion.
Her snuffed voice never heard.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Life is like a flower
If you care too little
it withers
If you tend to much to it
it smothers it
But with the right mixture
it blooms ever so beautifully
Form:
Cops and robbers, we used to play
Our default way to pass the day
We'd trade off, so we'd not get too bored
Not enough excitement, too little reward
He stood on his soapbox in 2008
Shouted to the world, 'Change can't wait'
Weather-beaten now, battered by fate
His successor bloviates ~ too little, too late
Sir, sir, May I thank you
from the bottom of my heart
You see, twenty years ago
you helped me out of a horrific --
And I see I should have thanked you then
How long does it take a piano to fall?
Not very long at all,
said the man who knew too much -
still long enough to be such
an interesting riddle
for the man who knew too little.
Thinking too much
feeling too little
—your message shrinks and fades
Forgiving yourself
holding others in sin
—a soul that can’t be saved
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
too little
too late
too forced
too late
too restrained
too late
now it's just too late
you could have been my love
but i waited
made you my regret
no one wants to be someone's regret
Too much bourbon will make you think
everything you write is a masterpiece,
too little and it is all just a pile of crap.
The art of writing is to find the balance
where the two can co-exist.
A need for speed
Hear me plead
Intense, extreme
Sense stampede
Pour me more
Spill to floor
Enough, too little
Average, bore
Thin my skin
Outside in
With your touch
I’ll feel again
reindeer poop
in my yard
get a bag
too little
too flimsy
heavy stuff
come on now
let’s be real
reindeer poop
Written 12-15-2018
Contest: CharlieKu 3-3-3
Sponsor: Charles Messina
the pulse of humanity
shudders in throbbing pain
meanwhile muffled cries of hopelessness
await redemption as tears of time
may possibly wash away
man's devastation
AP: 3rd place 2025
Too much
too little
slow down
relax
don't anymore hear it
wind is loud
voices echo headily encourage
shun your “thou”
sorry if it offends
you not me and....
getting older striving
forever to be free.
Tiny little crumbs you offer.
Mostly too little too late.
Surprisingly sufficient keeping you in the game.
Don’t push your luck though.
I can tell the well’s running low.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
too much from me
too little from you
something that's not
fades to blue
two hearts unlinked
one heart goes
nothing given
nothing shown
hurt will heal
once revealed
over spans of time
pain gets sealed
too little said too soon
or is it too much too late
either way, the crescent moon
just won't align
reflections in a mirror cracked
icy winds stinging my face
it ebbs and flows when I look back
the clock on zulu time
I've forgiven too much
you've given too little
making excuses in my head
always allowing for more
my heart hurts
my mind spins
I need to move on
from this empty place
where nothing resides
you are forgiven
Goodbye
Too many questions left unanswered,
Too many words left unspoken,
Too many things left undone,
But too little time left.
Live life to the full.
Value the things
That matter
Most in
Life.
22 June 2017
Maybe in my past incarnation
I lived too much in Yang
Maybe in this incarnation
I live too much in Yin
The duality of living
Teaches us the balance of all things
Maybe this is my path to find
The balance between light and dark.