Short Vacates Poems
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Vile creature of the night;
vice unquenched, sees her, the
victim, innocent, warm;
veins lush with blood. He feeds
vacates, leaves behind a
vapid ashen corpse; her
vital signs fade to naught.
Who is this woman standing here?
is not a lady of conscious clear
whose time on earth was not spent praying
of dubious character mankind was saying
as death takes hold and her spirit vacates
she stands at heavens pearly gates
as they open she enters in.....
St.Peter smiles and tells her then....is not all mankind full of sin'?
Your sweat vacates your brow like treacle...
...You shudder as your conscience trembles...
I stand firm...like mighty oak...
Go round me if you dare...
I stand firm like mighty oak...
In sweet silence I hold my tongue...
In time all things will be done...
I stand in wait...
I stand firm like mighty oak...
Go round me if you dare...
When The Sun Goes Out
By the blue lake snow drifts, vacates
Thoughts follow hours hollow, mild
Traced by a line of reason along a narrow road
Peace covers white mounds proper flow
Slips over them in a deep but common coma
Sleep comes, leaving swirls of powder
Over crisp particles of ice
Placed there with complacent cold
Frozen down to the soul of dawn
Sun moved on long ago
A rose reaches to meet the sun shinning down
A worm vacates his home as water enters the ground
The sun goes in the moon comes out
The wind blows to shake the trees about
The rain falls to nurture the grass
Autumn approaches summers pass
Colours from green now orange and red
The rose once bloomed now is dead
Winter is quiet not much sound
A blanket of white now covers the ground
The rose gone bye winters doom
Springtime showing its new bloom
Though I'm not in pride,
I feel like I have been used,
My name is always said,
For I know I have been abused.
The leaves are falling now,
My heart is pounding hard,
I need to be sheltered,
But I always seem to lay the wrong card.
The dark should be light,
My dreams should be bliss,
While I depart from my sorrow,
I know that will never be missed.
The sun begins to shine,
While the darkness vacates,
I now have my freedom,
Which I shall never hate.
I twist with each terrible moan
escaping your lips in distress
while you lie prone, never alone,
to guess or stress on progress
of that mass invading you
sparked by ecology's change
to accrue tissues untrue
deranged limp in the exchange
until pulsing force vacates
through the tears welling inside
as their chemicals placate
to guide you outside doe-eyed
with papery sympathy
numbing such churning decay
to quake me with empathy
this day as you drift away.
Sliding sun suffuses crimson color
Perfect portrait, resembles Picasso’s painting
Glowing glints and flaring flames, slowly
Dangling and drooping down for bidding bye-bye
Weary, worn sun pecks torrent tides
Silent Sojourn, at horizon hovers,
Vacates, welcoming the diffusing dark
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Date: 03-12-2021
Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed: 1st
Logging into the vibrant void,
just like a comet’s burning tail,
our awareness is still alloyed,
with egoic fears that make us ail.
Who attains when there’s no one here?
We are awareness, self-aware,
with body but an interface,
wherein both pain and joy does spear
but once ego vacates the chair,
we instantly imbibe God’s grace.
Making void-centric our soul’s stance,
synced with strobes of bliss magnetism,
mood and mode prayer, we advance,
transcending each religious ism.