Short Utters Poems
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utters unexpectedly unknowingly updates unconditionally
8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Scars in entity deplores all the time..
Gashes poultice blood of sorrow..
Tears screams all the time..
Lesion utters stream of woe..
her attitude is as Stoney as the Henge ~ she’s hellbent on revenge
like an old cow chewing cud and grazing ~ her utters are a hazing
The wind utters it's weary lullaby
a tender serenade of a newly slaughtered body
Blood.....
dripping into the soil, savoring the nutrients
sweet....
but bitter....
Brilliantly quick hand Scrawls mysterious white script Thunder utters clues
with dangerous elements
an unreal smile
with emptiness
teeth shown
love's absent
all is illusion
the mouth blesses
the heart utters a curse
deceiving the innocent.
Drencho POET Loads
She utters sorry,
To another man Chris too,
It was never you.
~
sorry to chris..I now know who is behind that posting..I found other posts with bat
insane on them
so sorry
but now i can let the right one go...
She utters faint sounds,
I swear they're syllables,
But they sure aren't words.
Hidden behind veils,
Of succulent red flesh,
And rigid white bone.
Her "words" shatter glass,
But will never compensate,
For their lack of worth.
A rooster rises early in
The morn. He sturts around at dawn
His voice can be heard
Though he utters not a word.
He starts his day
Crowing and unafraid.
"Like the rooster rise to
The occasion of each new
Day with a heart that is prepared.
The Dead are rising from grave
It's time to go! they murmurs.
GATE is opened for every guest
But no guest to leave the host.
The ice cold hand on shoulder
Does not any resistance care.
The Dead rising up now utters
It's time to go!It's time to go!
Tenderness exudes from him as he takes the hand
Of the woman, sick and frail; he’s a gifted man.
Uncommonly calm, he utters, “God has a plan.”
Consoling her, he is guided to soothe her soul and
Heal her body, for God’s spirit tells him he can.
every word she utters maligns, defames and shames
she slurs, slips, and slanders
an expert, she tears down and villainizes
people she knows and people she has never met
no one wants to sit next to her at dinner parties
no worries
she is no longer invited
Behind your face
was cleaver
releasing past poem.
The sensual milk
flows from the palm
into your lake.
Grieving for
the torn wings of pink
light.
Cruising on thighs
with eyes closed
death utters a shriek.
The eternal flame
closes on pollen
to tell a lie.
Satish Verma
in a fog she stands -
frantic movements cross her palm. . .
the gloom is lifting
something cold flowing -
comprehension gushes forth. . .
she utters. . . wa ter
(based on last scene of "The Miracle
Worker" & inspired by Rick Parise's
haiku contest: "Flowing Water")
he carries his wooden boat
out onto the sea like he
often does. This little boy
thrilled, utters charm lulling words;
in his mind, his boat transforms
to ride an adventurous voyage
on the boundless rolling sea
5/15/2020
not for contest
Poise wears a voice
Soul utters choice
Style prompts a smile
Soul stamps firm pile
Seed grows a need
Soul fronts sure feed
Plain words heap gains
Soul reaps clear strains
Stake joy that makes
Soul strings calm take
Leon Enriquez
19 January 2015
Singapore
Lustful roving eye, we decry
Base animal instinct
At life’s end, do we laugh or cry
Are our thoughts, by love inked
Earth life a gift; use it
Lamp of bliss in heart lit
Love’s path to the summit
God utters a sigh
Lustful roving eye
08-February-2022
Quietus
The most audacious damsel
Has the audacity to love me.
The authenticity of this love
Is undeniably esteemed in her
Quiet poise.
My oh my oh my
With a smile she utters
Her name. She is dangerously
Dearing, domineeringly
Dressed in leather of
love Insurance.
The LOVE PRIESTESS
she is....
While others give grief,
a chocolate milk cow
often stutters, and how!
In her udder relief,
she utters “ca-cow”
while producing cacao,
tells the nutters,
Ciao, ciao.
Not one to chew fat,
a crow in the know
tells her, no, it’s cocoa
but she says he’s loco,
and a raven, at that.
Feeling of love still exist in me
When I look at you ..
And now i dream of loving you..
You bring a sweet pleasure to my heart and soul ..
And now i cant stop loving you..
Listen to my hearts voice ..
It only utters your name ...
Why don't you feel the same..
Love you and I still dream of loving you...
Tranquil
the ocean
sun sinks
sky orange-red
with distance
comes moon
each wave
mutes night
circling gulls
waves and air
water and evening
infinite horizon...
Everything
utters night
losing shape
eyes closing
darkness in wind
each wave
the water
sky and moon
go together
with these words
I paint the sky dark...
oh bradlee oh bradlee how thou has pained me to the core!
i wish you could just see the dark in my soul!
ive always know you were a whore!
i just never thought i lovest thou how i do
you're the rock that i live upon
you are the cheese on my pizza
the flowers in my field
the milk in my utters and the apples in my tree
Jamie says
Bish bosh
Cushdy
Mash everything together
Simple so easy to make
Nigella sucks her fingers and utters
Phrases you need a dictionary to decipher
But the only thing everyone wants to know
Is ?
Is the food actually any good
Or are they talking complete crap
Just using different words and accent's
Wonderful wool patterns
On an old man
So obsessed with numbers
He loves enlightenment
And is gullibly glib
The bruises on his brain
Were well-earned through hard work
This space is lined with books for walls
And the titles which I can barely pronounce
A rigid motion around the room
Utters I’m getting too young for this
Form:
B-e on watch everyday,
R-oaring lion is on a hunt;
E-nemy is the devil,
N-ever he utters a grunt.
B-e on guard all the time,
O-n the twenty-first of May;
N-ever will the devil linger,
G-o on to fight him all the way.
C-hoose the bright light,
A-s you deny the gray;
Y-ou must always be alert, be on watch everyday.