Short Turned Down Poems
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Pride
Turned down
Wondering where
Things may have slipped
Looking out
For the icy covenant beneath my feet
I breathe.
Pride
Turned down
Wondering where
Things may have slipped
Looking out
For the icy covenant beneath my feet
I breathe
Dee said she loved me I was pleased
She wanted me I was relieved
But Dee let me down
I felt like a clown
Turned down to be a man I peeved
Dee said she loved me I was pleased,
She wanted me I was relieved;
But Dee let me down,
I felt like a clown,
Turned down to be a man I peeved.
Another bed turned down,
I sleep between its lines
Dreaming of an empty space,
wishing in 4-poster rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
We do not even forget,
and you forgot.
By heart,you cried my heart today.
Why did love us?
For why now turned down.
We do not even forget,
and you forgot.
Form:
where
does
love go
with
the
lights
turned down low
when
the
heart
wants to know
where
the
heart
wants to go
young lovers
underneath
the
moonlight stars
Turned down by a Spanish caballero
Rejected by an Egyptian Pharaoh --
Rosie had real good looks
But the girl couldn't cook --
Hitched an old bird who ate like a sparrow
I once got turned down by a female raven
She didn't like the way I was behavin'
Was it something that I said...
when we sat on the bed?
Nah, twas the mouse that ran by she was cravin'
Sleeping with the sexes
Causes confusion amid the covers
And the sheets are turned down
To allow for clear tunnel vision
But my eyes remain blurry
And between the time I rub my eyes clear
You’re gone
Form:
Bang bang
pipes expanding
Kids awaking
an early morning
Turned down the dial
for a peaceful night
An extra hour
no such delight
It made no difference
why did I bother
I'm still grumpy
just even colder
Throughout his life was searching for the truth
But never escaped from ignorance's booth
Every answer our friend found
In the end it was turned down
So turned to the bottle his pain to smooth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 January 2017
Inside a large, green, fat book
Was the tale of Budgeron Ferret.
I never read it for the story,
He was far too better than his tale.
Sitting inside that large fat book,
He had always told me one thing:
To never quit, if you’re being turned down,
Until they discover that it’s YOU!
Unicorns and fairies and sprites galore, umbrage unto the night scorches again, they tirelessly whisper the haunted hospital marble is free of thistle! It is there to wait beside near and dear the princess couplet the princess cut stone fears, and turned down that measly jester the halls of the shamed are not this marbled vesper.
it is in the lateness of the hour
the clock ticks the minutes off
you say you will be right back
do a disappearing act
what is up with that?
later, when we're ready for bed
you follow me down the hall
to candles, music and turned down sheets
something that's never been done for me
romance done just right
and it's one hell of a night!
struggle for survivalist
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India
family system turned down
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India
right to life,unprotected
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup india
I am an hour early to the restaurant to meet my friends
Some people might think this Is silly
It was planned
This gives me an hour to write while I wait
If the music was turned down, it would be a bit nicer
Twin boys who looked to be twelve walked past the window.
I am glad they put me here
twins always inspire a story
because I am a twin
and a writer
5. "May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
From March the dark brown
when soil is turned down
soon quiet seedlings rise
with a bright green surprise
bursts of pink, red or blues
all provide summer’s muse
still there follows more green
until all sprung and preen
delightful is May’s greenery
full of hope in its scenery
My fire has burnt out
I can’t find a match to light it
My coals are cold
My flue turned down
No sparks fly from my pipe
Burnt wood in the fireplace
No trees around to cut
The last wood has split
No more hot coco
No more wine
Just a bear skin rug
Laying by a cold fire
This last cord of wood
Has lost it’s harmony
I have lost my Match
I am Matchless
Life means love,today I understood it.
When you make love yourself,
That love has turned down.
Why did you love me,
did you even tell me?
In this world of lies,
I have buried my own truth.
The path is right now,
Where is the path I made.
Seeing hate in love,
I did goodbye.
This is the one thing that
I did today.
Life means love,
Today I understood it.
Form:
Everybody loves my baby
She’s so sweet and she’s so fine
Everybody loves my baby
The one I call Clementine
We go dancing every Friday
When the lights are turned down low
Impossible grooves then there take
Us on the dance floor all aglow
We go where the music makes us
Out of time and out of space
Everybody loves my baby
As she melts in my embrace.
(9/21/25)
High on my anger,
Flowing like lava,
Rage incarnate,
Regrets sure to come.
But who cares,
You don't,
If you did this would not be happening,
All you care about is yourself,
Plain to see by anyone with eyes.
Actions speak so loud,
They need turned down.
Rest in piece, I hope you don't.
I hope pain finds you someday,
And reaches you the way you reached me.
The first sprouts
unfurl from their hollows
Sniffing the air
Checking for the sweet scent
Of springtime—
Have the turnips
Turned down their
Brown beds? Creased
The topsheet of soil?
Even the dead bell
Ruffles its feathers
Shaking the silvered dew of
Cold mornings off and
Lets out a note
So pure and confident
Even the slim bears
Stir in their sleep.
Chastity went to a nudist camp
And wondered why they turned down the lamp
But when she saw Dick
With his wilted wick
She knew at once why the seats were damp!
Contributed by Belle Bellevue:
Chastity quickly dressed and left the site
Not wanting to be classed “lady of the night”
At home was a note
Her sister had wrote,
“Gone to set the wicks of the world alight”
Note: I tried entering Andrea's Valentine Contest. I struggled. And cried. Fished for a fish that wasn't all there. Then I caught one after the contest closed. Happy I am to reel one in.
Sally's Valentine brought sugar and sweets
She was excited for lights out and treats
Perhaps a night on the town
But her excitement turned down
When fake Romeo ordered Uber Eats
connie pachecho
2/11/26