Short Turning Poems
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farm boy's daydream
acres of wheat fields
turning golden in the sun
not these upsetting rows
of waving green tobacco
Forever romancing
that lingering question…
Quixotic by decree
—windmills turning free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
big birds
guinea hens
pimping
Fall down
Winter up
spring forward
autumn
turning leaves
colorful
A turning point's not always fight or flight
~ It just may be left or right
Leaf straw
Green raw
Turning season
For a reason
Mother Earth breeds
Father God gives
Orchestrates
Eternally.
You don't know
what you do to me
I stare
and I hope
that it will be ok
I don't want to be
washed away
by the waves
The boughs are laden with snow.
Winter tableau is painted.
Nature played overnight trick,
Turning green to white.
Dancing on endless waves
Twisting and turning
In endless splendor
To left
To right
Now to flight
Tis the life of fire
you got my soul bruning
my mind turning
everytime I see you
its like new
your one of a few
I STILL HAVE A CURSH ON YOU
Gods weary red sleepy eye
opening, turning darkness
back to lovely blue bird skies
watching over me
©Donna Jones
6-23-2013
When the Moon is setting,
it mimics the Sun,
turning Cadmium Gold.
We all mimic those,
that impress us.
©dbyrne july 2013
we're the lords star
we came to far
to get where we are
no matter what clowns
there's no turning around
WE CAME TO FAR
TURNING MY ANGEL EYES
ON YOU
I WILL PROTECT YOU
AND YKEEP YOU SAFE
YOUR WHOLE LIFE THROUGH
my head turning
soul burning
i need attention
this won't mention
only you too
can stop this grove
BABY AM IN THE MOVE
twisted, turning, spinning round
vortex, darkness does surround
no light left to find my path
no way forward
no way back
each night
she rolls up
in her sheets and blankets
into a cocoon
turning
into a butterfly
at sunrise
after a latte
my minds turning
my soul is yearning
I need it so much
your passion touch
am not a lier
for you baby
MY BOBYS ON FIRES
My love for you
is bottled
aging
to perfection
maybe
turning to vinegar.
Will the bottle break
before you sober up?
All Thur the night
Feeling couldn't fight
You were in my head
In my bed
My body was burning
I was
TOSSING AND TURNING
a world of soft chant
quenches heat from day’s blister
turning rage to grace
4/25/2018
haiku Contest of Mike Talbot
The great cawing host
Fills the sky with wings and claws
Turning day to night
3rd place in 'Tattered Wings'
Hot
Sweaty, sultry
Yearning, tempting, loving
Emotions, desires, push, hate
Freezing, chilling, turning
Icy, frigid
Cold
THE SHADOWS WILL STRETCH
A CHILL BREEZE KISSING THE WOODS
TURNING GREEN TO BROWN .
( Images of fall )
Wilts the bloomed flower
indulging in hankerings
drying fragile bones
disappearing loving look
turning off once kind spirit
Wide-eyed, hopeless, there he staggers
In his back a dozen daggers
Dying, toga turning red
You too Brutus? Caesar said