Short Trucked Poems
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Heaven
I have often gazed off into the distance,
Dancing happily in the mist.
Children bouncing on fuffly clouds.
Their wings trucked neatly down their spines .
Playing ring o'roses and pat a cake.
This place looks peaceful.
I often visit it in my dreams.
Dreams are often vivid.
Where you can feel the peace the calm in your being.
written by davina 2019
Categories:
trucked, anniversary, beautiful, bereavement,
Form:
Blank verse
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
Categories:
trucked, emotions, feelings, romance, writing,
Form:
Tritina
For my life scintilates like a spark on a spike.
I cohort but myself with a dud and got stuck.
Wanna grow and I am but’s so hard t’elicit.
And my mind is not lucid and trucked is my thought.
I managed but manage works not, it could though;
But being grounded in knowledge is kneading a dough.
And attaining a skill is as melting a gold.
You drill down and put down all to save for the cold.
Categories:
trucked, endurance, hope, kindergarten, life,
Form:
Other
Stacy Adams triumph
one of the glorious nights
I've trucked through
sore feet, cold weather and hunger
famished as stars shined
vibrations of the train
i will never regret
grey homeless blankets felt of silk
graffiti on the walls were, da Vinci
thousand masks to evade imagination was priceless
the train sounding of its departure was resemblance
to my farewell Tarzan
I no longer hear trains
since nocturnal night
Categories:
trucked, art, beauty, character, confusion, introspection, mental illness,
Form:
Bio
Paul was at the office when the
first atomic bomb fell and when
Muntz TVs replaced console radios
and the first man landed on the moon.
He saw the first big computers trucked in
and locked in a top-secret room.
Paul was an accountant for 50 years
but the day came when he was told
he was part of a reduction in force.
Two guards carried his boxes out.
They told Paul in the parking lot
he was the only one reduced.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
trucked, jobs,
Form:
Blank verse