Short Underside Poems

The hands move
on the mantelpiece clock
A moment taken
A moment granted
underside
The fire roars...

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Fear exposes the underside
of courage

The weakest point of strength
—a darker shade of truth

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)...

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The underside of dawn,
a promise ill remembered

Blue Hour turned to black
—as night devours day

(C&D Canal: June, 2020)...

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Shrouded within the underside of clouds,
shade shapes shift like imagination's whims, 
light seeping anew like birds through obscurity.

3/17/2020...

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white ceiling, high, wide

                            pale lizard, dark underside

                                           brown moth gone, inside !...

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the underside 
of the Snapple bottle cap
reads 
that the nothingness 
of a black hole
generates a sound 
in the key of B flat

who can doubt
a Snapple cap...

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There was once a snowman named Clyde
who showed all his underside.
When someone stopped and asked why
he was turned up to the sky?
“Kiss my ass was all he replied.”

12/28/17...

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i am just a spot
or speck
of yesterday's luck or lust
clinging to a feather
of your wings
& as the day's illusions fade
i seek my solace here
the underside
of the other side
where warmth still lingers...

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Winter, you made your poise known
   swayed drooping of upper leaves
      now gray, lay on underside
        unbowed by love heartfelt greaves
          coy whistling noise breath cold tide

Winter, you made your poise known

1/4/2022...

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A killer moon
blinks     
in a mating dance.

Smothered by kisses
frugal night
seethes with anger.

In synchronized,
house of limbs -;
the pink underside.

Fireflies
lost the way
between light and dark.

Of sunflowers
and a nude
lies a tale.


Satish Verma...

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Perched minds peruse the mystery
Observe a beauty they do not perceive
Explore the underside of leaves, ignore
Trees deep tangle
Roots that lead to
Yesterday.

Sunrise forever breaks
On white sand truth
Under the silent guise
Poetic muse

John G. Lawless
©8/10/2022...

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rose alluring red
                  loveliest indeed, but not to
                  old goat underfed !

                                       white ceiling high, wide
                                       pale lizard, dark underside
                                       brown moth gone, inside!...

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An advance of clouds
Toward the North
Greeted the afternoon,
Crocodile head and turtles surfacing
Overhead spectrums low.
Bottoms drop tails to the ground,
The underside of a toadstool
Greeted evening.
And out of the hand that lifted it,
Boltings lanced to the ground
As night began its closing....

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The Elf on the Shelf gets fired 
   for his unwise behavior.
      Now he’s out for revenge.

ELF OFF THE SHELF

The elf he got sacked so he decides
on Christmas Eve he’s justified
to catch all the gifts
because of the rift
but Santa does pin him underside

12/13/2021...

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Winter taunts   with his sunset
   blushing the underside of clouds
with colors of   Spring blossom pinks
   stretched across   the waning sky.

Painted   as with an artist’s 
   expert brush  
teasing my soul
   languishing in yearning
   for the breath of Spring,
Reminding me   who watches
   how very distant
Spring blossoms be.
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Ladybug, my Ladybug,
Large you're not and not a slug.
Leaves you-leap to so cute my little bug.
Like Strawberry wings does my heart you tug.
Light and small you are zephyr does snug.
Lawn and garden blooms you hug.
Lace azalea on leaf underside does shrug,
Last the spider looking so smug.
Ladybug, you’re my little Ladybug,

3/14/2023...

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It sticks to the underside 
of what's out there,
a shadow
on the other side of knowing,
waiting, growing  
and creeping closer 
when eyes are focussed 
elsewhere. It prefers
not to have a name.

One day, it will break cover
and pounce or slip quietly
through an unguarded gate.
Only then will you be able 
to give it a name
and by then
it will be too late....

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Sitting on my window ledge
I had glimpse of nature's pledge;
To her children far and wide,
Sperm whales or plants underside;
Moonshine falls on silver trees,
Birdlets sleep at hint of croon;
Calm seas, there's no trace of sleaze,
I've seen her in diving loon.








Eight Lines Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
26th May, 2018...

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Beloved,
I had written your name on the walls of my heart,
pasted your invisible image on the core of my being, 
deep, deep in the depths of space and time 
everywhere I searched for you,
I looked for you on the underside of willow leaves,
inside the bubbles on crystal mountain streams,
amidst the wild-flowers on the meadow
and all that I found was my Self.

Tom McFerran....

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As the molecules expand in air 
from the roots of the cold ground 
to the warmer the branches where they bond 

then it rain cool upward side
down the trunk to the roots because the underside of the branch bow up with pride 
as it provide shade during summer hot tides 


then falls the air temp and the constricts 
the warmer root where it will be found
during summer chill , the trunk restricts...

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What was about this face ?
Between mirage and actuality ?
A fireball was coming towards you.
You upturn the underside, 
wanted to taste the blood
and get argasm.
The statues were posing nude.

Mothers were clad in leaves.
Fruits were the greed of man.
I refuse to lie in state. The
sand grains will find the innocence
of silver breasts when sky will
spat a murder. Were you ready
now to become corrupt ?

At last the beginners are now
becoming the boots.


Satish Verma...

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August sun,
Leaves smell of heat,
You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed.
The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry.

Sister paints the cross pieces
The top of the board
The flat
And the underside

I come behind and paint the broad, flat boards
With long strokes up and down,
Back and forth.
Paint drips on my hand.

Hair tied back in kerchiefs,
Hot,
Sweaty,
The paint smells hot as the sun dries it.

Huckleberry Finn’s fence,
But Daddy had girls....

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"Bluestocking"

Blue blew in 
like the truth
in many different
shades 

one tried 
immersing in 
shades of shadow
but the light was louder

Blue blew in 
like a neon sign
flashing its underside
like a stocking’s ladder

the terminal 
loudspeaker 
for departure 
was like a shot 

of Uranian Blue Piñaq
arriving not soon 
enough, 
knocked back

some kind of 
heady celebration

exits 
arrivals

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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Ethics of brands will find 
         out the anatomist,
who will rip apart the hope 
         from the bones.

Death will come from 
         underside. The sky
will remain blue even after
         the murder of the moons.

The revenge at dawn
         was very painful. The
crows will scatter the
         light from your hands.

The mobile towers had 
         come to a standstill.
Sparrows had become suspicious,
         left for a holy bath.


Satish Verma...

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Early morning, the trill 
with a buzz, is weighted toward the beak,
tail twitching, side to side, 
underside barred: my friendly wren.

The click in the heavy heat of summer
the bright flame on winter day or hidden in shade
the silent rustle, the graying double, 
steady chew, chew, chew, encouraging tweets:
my pair of nesting cardinals.

Nightfall, the flump, flump of wings plop down,
or rise up to say who, who: mourning dove's lament
songs by which to sleep and dream....

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