Short Transpiring Poems
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There once was an Italian woman farmer,
who went on a date with an amorous vampire,
things were transpiring well,
till the vampire did smell,
her breath which smelled like nothing but garlic.
Droplets of water on leaves
transpiring love from the heart
touch of passion-real perspiration
like spring on the skin.
Olusegun Arowolo ;Date:7-26-2014
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Leaves
Falling
To the ground
Scattered around
Woven in the grass
Laying in front of me
Like a colorful carpet
Beauty transpiring before me
Fall has begun, shining in the sun
I walk in the crisp air, welcoming fun
Heidi Sands
9/17/17
Daydreams that confuse my eyes,
transpiring the tears that cry's.
Sinful regret to confuse this simple fate,
once again everything has started after its to late.
Focus on empathy thats stored within ones self-denial,
once again as always, nothing is worth while.
Form:
The lamps malignant overhead transpire
steel to stars, and I
floating over silver highway, am
transpiring dreams
to cars, expectations
passing fast into the horizon.
Tell me, do these dreams die?
Does that which seems so living,
fold over settling
into smoke,
or become a supernova,
a host
of a new neuroses-
the black mouth of poems.
Beneath the lavender sky we were
Looking into each others eyes
With fearless aspirations
And fluent expressions
Admits the warm lusty air
Transpiring
Our imaginations
Two hearts join
In admiration
And respect
In a dream so perfect
Never making any distortions
And feeding into our souls
Appealing Proportions
Of our love
One hand
One hand can lift the spirits of another
Held together when spirits are low
One hand does not need to speak
For it has the power to communicate silently.
The comfort of the transpiring care is extended
Fulfilling ones needs to regain feeling of wellness
Reaching out to the other hand becomes a gift
Such a gift cannot be held, only felt.
Strength special moment
No longer chained
Honored by name
Passionate depth transpiring
True love worth admiring
Protected and respected
Jesus indeed resurrected
Release his doves
He will grace you love
As you persevere and reach
Be mindful of your speech
Appreciate your journey
Fear no longer the enemy
Embrace them with care
Show them I was there
Your path was worth taking
It was love in the making
I lay silently in the night
Wondering what is transpiring
on the other side; the consistent
Rambling of the traffic above me
Shakes the ceiling
and everything that lies within
The traffic kept rolling on
and my spirit sings a melodious song
And in the silence of the night
I raised my thought to the mountain in the sky
And the shooting stars came alive
and destiny suddenly dies.
(Tuesday July 9, 2024)
Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
Humility is the soil,
the tithe I reach within,
when erring in transpiring,
I wreak and rant in vim.
Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek,
when cost is not aspiring,
or goals are too oblique.
So let me grow with reason,
the seeds I bear, not speak,
but plant in silence knowing
my virtues in my keep.
And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win,
but for myself choose merit
that thee will find in Him!
Give me a dawn stilled by mist,
a gray haze unrisen.
The shimmer of nocturnal lamps
held high.
A time for tree magic; a quite majesty,
all growth halted, transpiring not,
but held within a mystical abeyance.
A pause on the lip of light,
when woodland dreams
are hung from trailing moss,
or a dew drop drip,
from spider webs of translucency -
a fairytale time,
when a walker's warm breath
is the only path,
through the stillness of self.
Detected overpowering odour ascending by degrees
Rational thought dissolved in fear
Animalistic unearthly roar transpiring
Gigantic mockery of every living thing
Oblique it’s huge amber eye surveyed
Nostrils twitching rapidly to detect
Stagnant atmosphere all pervading
Tantamount aversion restrained
Onerous task to undertake
Nihilism mindfully conjured despair
Extinction of human kind a possibility
9/3/19 sponsor Edward Ibeh
Title With bated breath