Short Tumbles Poems
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the hearth flickers 'neath a pot
water swirls and tumbles round
dried leaves bloom within the clay
misty cup of calm
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Peep-peep, yellow fluff tumbles from eggshell— spring's first exclamation point!
Black like the night,
he soars and tumbles,
an acrobat in flight.
Keen is his sight, and he’s
a playful mimic.
This bird is bright!
Skill kisses the sand,
a game with the ocean floor;
Each move confident;
The sea tumbles with shells,
High tide reveals a check mate.
A rippling light beam tumbles, intriguingly
Dreaming in coppered intensity
And swirling loudly in glit·ter·y
Whilst winter cavorts playfully
unable to grasp
get ahold of things
often slipping thru
falling
a one time chance
quick, catch hold
losing grip
tumbles further
shatters below
Eruption of words
Spills on furious spark of night
Entanglement unsettled-
Dawn tumbles on edge
A falling of union breaks
From hardened hearts of stone.
The high melt waters rush
Feeding springs annual event
As over the ancient rock
Water tumbles effervescent
As it heads inexorably to the sea
In its headlong descent
Form:
our world tumbles
as plane soars through tall towers
lives taken too soon
all this for power
yet caught up in their own greed
we all suffer to
karen croft
two worlds colliding
If she say,she is an angel she humbles
When her hair waves my heart tumbles
When she talks,the heaven rumbles
When she talks,the earth crumbles
When seeing her,mytongue fumbles
Form:
The mouse jumped
Off the fire hydrant
His hat flies up
Into the distance
He munches some cheese
Spits on the floor
Makes a split
Tumbles over
Laughs in peels
Waves goodbye
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robins chirp
on cold emerald hill...
salty frost tumbles
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Debbie Guzzi's Autumn/ Winter Haiku
by nette onclaud
Withering of life bit by bit,
A skinny man tumbles with hunger,
Poverty , a blue !
Burning off obesity bit by bit,
Treadmill to a man's excess,
Richness , a blue !
Written on 13/3/14
Wind
sends out
a clever
breeze, who finds us
at our schoolwork, near Mother's hanging wash
Snapping back the corners of clean white sheets,
it tumbles off
to tell her
what we
know
time and distance unwind
unmindful of a ticking clock
as
commitment tumbles through constant years
with ne’er a thought
that
there exists another dimension
where all possibilities exist
Bleak
Gray day,
Biting breeze
Offers portent
And tumbles autumn’s harvest of sere leaves
To winter’s foreboding, icebound doorstep:
Stacked, stands cordwood,
Shovels wait,
First snow
Looms.
Water pure and clear
From a mountain spring tumbles
Wearing smooth its path
Pooling in the rocky cup
The doe dips her head to drink
For the Wow Me in 5 Lines contest...
wobbly legs misstep
toddler tumbles to the floor
screaming with fright
playful puppy
spinning round and round
trying to catch its tail
dog sniffing the grass
searching for the perfect spot
to have a poop
Listen to poem:
There is a love I cannot hide
It tumbles out
Like truth untied
A height no bird
Could wander there
A measured width
Of no compare
The deepest, strongest
Place inside
Is where, my love,
You do reside
My mind tosses in the turmoil
My mind tumbles from side to side
My expression is blank,
they do not know
What I am going through or what I sow
It is my fault and so it is my agony
My thunderstorm and my lightning
in huff of gray clouds
a ravaged kite disappears
losing speed mid-air
a string tumbles down from sky…
my lover never returns
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Susan Burch's Tanka Contest
21 mar 12
Near our cogon hut
is a crystal-clear creek
that joyfully splashes
and tumbles down rocks,
eager to quench the thirst
of the parched plains
of our Mother Earth!
Spring begins the chase
And quickly sets the pace.
Then Summer takes her place,
But stumbles and then tumbles into Fall
Who gamely picks up the baton
To carry on,
But loses face
When Winter sweeps right in
And wins the race.
A leaf that tumbles in the air
And drifts upon the ground.
A person who sighs and smiles
With eyes that speak no sound.
Poetry is rooted in the earth,
And flies upon the wind.
It is not a sonnet nor a verse,
It’s a feeling from within.