Short Tugged Poems
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My sister likes to doodle
I thought she drew a noodle
She gave me a glare
And tugged at my hair
And told me t'was a poodle.
King of the jungle,
Heart's a beast that never sleeps,
Yet it always dreams;
Tugged by its roaring beats, we
Fathom what seems unreal
Marilyn was our 60s toy,
tugged at our heartstrings ,
love employed,
desire the bad girl brings,
Joes wife was many things,
a fantasy says Frued...
surrounded by trees
a trailer lies in decay
the front door tugged by the wind
a home left behind
littered with animal waste
shadows seep from doors ajar
Written by Gail DeBole
on February 5, 2021
A lady who lived in a song
Sang music to make the world strong.
Her lyrics of love
Oozed melodies that tugged
At hearts that could do no wrong.
Alone, a ghastly night without you
And a moment of your absence
You know I can't put up with.
As my hands, manacled
With yours, pain me much
While tugged by you--
Kind of joy
Pervades
Me.
III
He waited in the downpour,
swept along the muddy river
with dead leaves and old receipts;
tugged into the undercurrent
without as much as farewell
from coupled brake lights glowing cold.
Form:
A little bird came up to me
"Do you have a worm or three?'
A tiny worm I then did see
As my heartstrings tugged at me
I tried not to lie with all my might
But my simple 'No' came out just right
I sat so still in silence
the sound of Quietness,
gently tugged upon my sleeve
as offering to bless.
The strength needed no glory
raised in mighty cries,
the humble servant attitude
is all the here applied.
Oh, jacket-face with zipper tugged tight,
please offer your brilliance. Share your light!
I beg your leg to tap indignant
to halt that spread of ice malignant:
rattle those cells to agitation
or watch me snap from such stagnation!
Tugged by tides tethered to the moon
Endless waves wash ashore
As nature sings a perfect tune,
That you feel in your core.
Somehow, you're connected,
But never suspected
that you’d be affected.
Time slip slides,
Tugged by tides.
A simple daisy
yet exquisitely formed
white and gold abound
My blackbird follows
me around in the garden
cheerful tune emits
snowdrop so lovely
you poke up your head through snow
glistening snow white
a robin redbreast
tugged at a juicy worm
he was so pleased
moistened eyes, dew drops swallowed
pain that tugged bleeding heart plugged
bliss beats led us and we followed
surfing suffering soul shrugged
no one sees unreleased sneeze
wide awake, nothing at stake
the stoic soul aims not to please
divine entwined, for love’s sake
(11/02/2012)
Just like having a pen without a paper
Poetic thoughts without Soup,
Makes our words blocked in hunger
Just like having warm arms without any hug
Imaginative ideas without Soup,
Leads our creativities to be tugged
Inspired by David William contest
Life without Soup
11th place in the contest :D
Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall.
Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged.
Isn't there a build up?
A growth of emotion being hidden?
Hidden for some time now.
It's difficult to divulge; to show,
Isn't it?
Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall.
Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged.
Sunk.
Trapped midst bushes and brambles
No escaping their thorny briars
The harder he pushed and he tugged
The fying pan's oil emerging as fire
The Devil Himelf seemed to grin at him madly
O, how he yearned to flee, so badly
But he'd signed his name to fate's bottom line
One's word is his bond, ~ a mere matter of time
Random moves
sometimes random so it seems,
the pieces move the strings unseen,
meetings come in between ,
and babe meets babe they do,
its future is up to you?
more fish are swimming too,
if catch one is your dream,
fate tugged by hands unseen....
Don
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Random Meeting,
Anne Rutherford
The autumn breeze danced
among the multi colored trees
It smiled mischievously as it
whirled and twirled endlessly
tirelessly with strong forceful gusts
It tugged at the vibrant colored leaves
The leaves clutched the branches
not wanting to fall
They were no match for the brisk breeze
With a soft sigh they descend to autumn's call.
Enamoured in love
Throbbing in solicitude,
My heart
I had already lost,
You were calm
As the eyes spoke,
Love tugged at
Heartstrings,
Melody rhymed and
Flowers blossomed
Essence of infatuation
Turned true,
As fresh as
A morning dew,
As bright as
Twinkle of stars,
Emotions flowed
To beyond words,
My first date
My Prince Charming !!
Her beam on the waves in fear
And wash the dusk with silver tear
And tugged it from her deep emotions
What matter to her is their colored motions
A broken world`s blood hits the ground
Water splash and river dashing down
Will peace restored again
The truth of life ~ Amen
28.09.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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A force tugged against the chest
Paths unrevocably intertwined
My heart exists beyond its cage
and beyond this tiny lifetime
The law of universal graviton
Gives no advice or information
On how to cut the red string of fate
On how to process a unrequited destiny
On how love without the loss
Of a destiny pre decided
Unsolvable and unwanted
6 a.m. I watched a robin
As it tugged upon a worm.
When it saw me it was startled
So it dropped it, all a’squirm.
When it knew I posed no danger
It proceeded with its meal,
Thus affirming that the adage
‘Bout the early bird is real.
For a bird it seems that early
Is a goal we can confirm,
But the same does not apply
To that poor breakfast-eaten worm.
You taught us to be content with what we had
To choose to be happy and not sad
We were rich in love and mercy
There was no such thing as I, you or me
We were all one, living in unity
Your love we tested, twisted and tried
The more we pulled and tugged
The more it grew wide
Your love and compassion never once failed
There is no question as to how we prevailed
Wrapped up in chains.
a hand on your throat.
cuffs on your wrists.
a knife in your back.
trapped in a ring of fire.
stuck in a world of water.
blood running into your eyes .
skin ripped up and swollen .
soul being tugged away .
claws drawn down your face.
tears stinging your raw flesh.
always behind bars .
nothing coming in.
nothing going out.
a life of pain.
Lost.
Hours nibble at a back strain.
Tenuous strings were tugged
lifting water bottles.
You wonder how weak and fragile
you are. How vulnerable to
those ancient red tides within
that can bend your iron like plasticine,
turn you into a crooked question mark.
Quartered by straining horses,
neural fibers alliterate a thrumming fugue
upon a desiccated elastic band;
one now stretched far too taut.