Short Trench Poems
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Their was once a boy by the name of et
He had an encyclopedia bt
He sat on a fence
Fall in a trench
And cry for his tt
On
the
margins-
negative
spaces in the floor.
Ekphrasis after Shobboleth by Doris Salcedo (happing installation at Tate
Modern)
Pride
brave, patriotic
fighting, striving, protecting
gunfire, khaki, trench, bones
crying, screaming, crawling
painful, cruel
fear.
Mariana's Trench
what a shock to find beauty
where none can see it
------
12th February, 2016
Contest ~ Haiku 102
Sponsor ~ Nathan D
Does every indulgence begin
and end in sex?
How far away is every
trench-coated slam poet
from spewing illicit
half-kids onto
the front row?
I am renting my dog out as an excavator
He can dig a trench next to that elevator
He will scoop out the clay faster than fast
This will be his sixth job, none of them last
Soundless cries in vain
Eyes wide open in anguish
Stunned in unbelief
No birds' songs at the trench
After the shots only silence
For Abe Lopez' "Leather Voices" contest
Scorching sun and
burning ground
No more blossom rose
around
No drop from the sky
No thunder other than
sounds-
Patch of sands like desert
island
No trench for the spy.
Willard Mitt Romney
born into wealth and money
Can't conceive of life as the Beaver
and pushes temps as high as trench fever
"Clerihew" form for Andrea's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews"
In the Mariana trench
Surrounded by holothurians
Jellyfish and white octopuses
We plumb the Challenger deep
In search of Megalodon.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
2/11/18
old timbre
daney boy
irish
to
the
bone
daney boy
east side
gypsy
calls
to
me
digging
up
trench
singing
van
tied
oh
don't
you
go
out
in
it
moans
fog
or
rain
I remembered being on a bus with my dad today
Passing an old decrepit man out jogging and I began to giggle
To which my father retorted laugh away
At least he is competing whereas you are merely commentating
Glued to the bench last out the trench
If every day
you set about
to dig a little trench,
and though the end
is far away,
you carve another inch,
and all the while,
enjoy the craft,
admire the progress made,
that length of trench
will melt away:
persistent toil, well paid.
Fix bayonets to fight the foe,
Over the 'top' to sound of shell.
Village men of Fingeringhoe
Fix bayonets to fight the foe.
Fighting for King and country lo!
Trench warfare sure is swell
Fix bayonets to fight the foe
Over the 'top' to sound of shell.
MILITARY LIFE
Sergeants
They rants!
Slit trench
Big stench!
Don't sass
The brass!
Long march
Sore arch!
Payday
Yea! Yea!
Discharge
Bye, Sarge!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Timothy Hicks' "March Of The Footle" Contest
The height of Mount Everest but a meter
The depth of Mariana Trench just a foot
The distance between the North and South Poles only an inch
The waters of the oceans merely a thimble
Neither could measure
Nor could quench
This love I have inside
A fire I must hide
A gentle kiss,
What present is.
A cute n bold Miss,
What life really is
So go and kill that tension trench
And give this girl a lifelong French
-ankit dedha
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[ANKIT_DEDHA@instagram]
eleventh month of nineteen eighteen,
eleventh day and hour striking,
weary soldiers wept, relieved,
as armistice took root
and guns gone silent
raised a stillness
well-heard by
trench and
grave
November 10, 2022
A November Nonet Poetry Contest,
Andrea Dietrich, sponsor
Fable
Bloody Bond
Feeble pledge
Far sighting the bogus Lustre
Drenched in thoughts
Wrenching out words
With ideas in the trench
He was a wreck
Dredging in the mud
Wearing his other face
Facing his tomorrow
Fencing his fears
Benching all odds
In a world of doubt
Bloodied and battleworn
I called for a steed that could run
Instead of a horse
You brought me a gun
A comrade in the trench
Not an invitation to a ball
I've run out of ammo
But it is'nt my war
You angered the enemy
He thinks it was me
You gave without asking
Now the problem is yours
The Challenger Deep.
The deepest point in the ocean.
What bizarre creatures live in the murk
Of this part of the Mariana Trench.
Creatures that never sleep
In the sea's endless motion.
In ancient hollows they lurk
Deep in the Mariana Trench.
*Inspired by a wikipedia random article*
The moon bites the dust
It rolls back
Back into the heath
Before the shame catches waves
The little girl slips into her trench coat
To catch her date
It's clear in the skies
As the magical sun slips through
Beauty engulfs the world
She has just stepped...
into the garden of the falcons
Tall and proud.
i found a woman
sitting alone on
a bench
i opened my
trench coat
at
first slowly
exposing
myself
and seeing
she had
no
intent on
leaving
i
started rapidly
opening and
closing
my down
lined coat
until it
became my
wings
and
took me to
flight
as a
pale
white
butterfly
Form:
My breath sharp
erratic
inhales are deep as a trench
others shatter down my throat
fractured
into broken gasps of air.
My eyes are drawn to her
like a magnet to a beam of steel
as much as I try to pull away
my gaze always slides back.
My lips are dry
imagining the sensation
of her lips
melting into mine.
We buried the fat hamster by moonlight.
A shoebox lowered into a shallow trench.
"He won't be coming back
will he Dad?”
This said with eyes and fists tightly shut.
"One day, when you are an old man.
I'll bring him back in my coat pocket;
next time though
no more chocolate for stinky”
Long thoughtful pause:
Okay.