Short Unhurt Poems

Intrigues trap,
Spider weaves a web,
Escape unhurt....

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Golden image idol was created by King Nebuchadnezzar,
They refused to serve the idol~friends of Belteshazzar,
Thrown into the burning furnace to be consumed for he was bemused,
Unhurt,they sang and danced with the Lord which make the king amused....

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Listen to poem:

with eyes the glow of warmth
with ears the softness of a lullaby sung
with fingers the zing and zang of titillating touch
with tongue the tang on taste buds
with nose the wafts of aromas swirling in spirals
your being is feelings felt, 
satiated, unhurt....

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On a serious note
  Fellow poets, please
Open your hearts to send
  with alacritous speed
Healing wishes to a poet in need

Our dear friend, Heidi Sands
  can use all of our helping hands
She's taken sick in New Hampshire
  a virtual medical desert  
May she recover completely unhurt...

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It’s forceful this feeling
And I’m forcing myself
To force myself
To hold on	
Because I know it will be worth it
It is worth it
Now
Though it seems futile
I’m uninterested and unresponsive
To your adoration and affection
Let’s rebuild this bridge
It starts with you
And ends with me
And in the middle, we will meet again
Unfazed and unhurt   
By my incapacity to care...

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Apprehensive
Heart in throat
Step forward
Steps back

Nothing left unhurt
All is raw
Connection betrayed
Love lost

Talk is safe
Touch is not
Tipping tipping
Over the edge

Can't breathe
Felt this before
Amazing
Terrifying

Not a gambler
Lost too much before
Long time recovery
Locked door

Can you...will you
Take a chance? 
On me... on you
On a potential us?...

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Working at night is a challenge
Still drowsy I grabbed some clothes
Then rushed out to check the mail
Still nowhere as fresh as a rose

It made me mad when some guy stared
But I decided to leave him unhurt
When I got back, my wife laughed
And was pointing at my shirt

I looked down at what I put on
A shirt of my wife was in view
"I'm not a bitch, I'm The bitch,"
"And I'm Miss Bitch to you!"...

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The king
made a fun of our poverty.
Marble faced girls always thought,
wearing black scarves –
sweeping the floor of white mausoleum.

You made a death
a loving eternity.
We die daily
in the face of old shine.

Who shoots a peacock
on the tree?
I mourn for the blue peace,
let the clouds come.

Who remains unhurt
unpained, when the night calls?
I seize a moon
to enter the crack of dawn.



SATISH VERMA...

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R oses of pink are for me
O n this stem I do look and see
S weet smells you can breathe
E yes love pink roses for free

 


T he thorns will hurt
H ere I protect my stem skirt
O h red blood will squirt
R un a knife down so you will be unhurt
N ow enjoy without a flirt


Date Written: 7/5/2020
Acrostic Rhyme

4 Place      The Flower, The Thorn Or Both Contest    Judged: 7/11/2020    
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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we made a pact he and i
that wed be best friends til the day we died
things got crazy and life sure changed
he had the baby and i just managed
to continue on with my life
things got bad things got ugly
my life took a turn for the worse
but our pact still remains
true til death
unhurt
do we have any better friends then the ones we had as kids
i dont think so
life was so simple and pure whyd it have to change
i dont know
but the pact still remains
untouched
unhurt
unbroken...

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