Short Twisted Poems
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perpetual lights
silent stones command spirits
sobering vigils
vibrant cosmic fireworks
witness to our twisted lives
Fields of gold and green
Pumpkin-born on twisted vine
Surprising beauty
Once again I missed the contest...sigh
twisted, turning, spinning round
vortex, darkness does surround
no light left to find my path
no way forward
no way back
IT Professor Simon Rogerson
a first-name his surname began
Folks often twisted the two
thus Roger Simonson came into view
Haiku 2/21/2018
ice edges the river
white dots through twisted limbs
swans house hunting
John G. Lawless
©2/21/2018
A twisted mesh of brambled wire,
Crudely knotted around my stomach,
My lungs fill with grief,
I cannot breathe
Form:
It startled me from behind
but it could not hold its grip,
for in my hands I grasped it
and twisted it dead.
I went searching for hattie pattie
But found scarfy larfy
With a pin
Moved on to henny penny
Who said the sky was fally wally
Excitment in the sesnes,
Seeing sights I've missed,
Weather it's a newly twisted fibous cloud
Or someone of reminisence dreams.
I AM LOST
ALL IS GONE
ANYTHING THAT MATTERED
WASHED AWAY
INTO THE DARK TIDE
TANGLED METAL
SILENCED LOVE
THIS TWISTED HEARTBREAK.
Happy Birthday to my friend!
One third of the three,
in life’s twisted blend.
Unlikely in all ways,
but twined together till the end.
Captive
Locked in your shadow
Rigid as a board
Twisted in the dark
Eyes fixed and insane
Arms like heavy chains
Captive in a haze
It’s a giant bird
Second look, it’s a young girl
A thrilling third glance
It’s actually an angel
Three twisted in a statue
Russell Sivey
Love twisted my mind
and left my heart in shambles.
But whose fault was it?
Life is full of accidents;
can this be true of heartbreak?
Golden fields driven by winds
routes of exile, twisted sky
tawny canvases, sad beautiful scenes!
Tendrils,
Twisted, reaching,
Sun-warmed leaves, fruit hangs ripe,
Man's patient and yielding journey,
Vineyard.
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Never meant to be bitter and twisted,
its the back pain that makes me so,
used to love frosty winter morns,
and dogs playing in the snow.
He wiggled his body and strain
He even twisted his hand
Trying to break in the store
Then was caught in the door
Causing his body much pain
Ate food at banky linky
But it tasted like stinky stinky
Threw up all over pinky kinky
Went home to slinky hinky
But the bed kept spinny linny
We got tangled up in bed
Our legs, hands, fingers, bodies
Unnaturally twisted, intertwined
All crazy angles…
Why? Because of Kama Sutra typos!
spirit’s star blazes
angels slough caste to chorus
tongues of shepherds freeze
pride-twisted scripture withers
born clean is the King of Souls
Of broken wishes,
like twisted, cracked twigs once green,
we speak in whispers
hoping to graft them to limbs
gently taped, repaired, to bloom.
Twisted and tormented
You keep things in, you keep things out
A guardian, a jailer
Form:
WHAT CRUEL FATE
HAS TWISTED
THIS MESS
THIS MADNESS
THIS MONSTROSITY
THIS BLACK HOLE
OF A THING
INTO ME
WHOSE BLEAK VISION
WAS MADE REALITY.
A mind
hints
torn again
uncertain
like a flowing wind
confusions, non guidance
set in
a rush
oh hush
a deepen scar
wounds within
twisted.