Short Vapor Poems
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Hovering above for me
Staying parallel to see
All that's in front and beyond
So to keep me free from harm and guide me
Form: Parise Pariku
Life a vapor
Haiku
By: Miracle Man
December 5, 2020
Life is a vapor
appearing and soon is gone.
sure makes one wonder.
There is only one time when I’ll need you;
Like Ice cream doesn’t need a banana.
So, until I do, or the ice cream does,
I will be on this side of Havana.
sadness is a vapor,
engulfing me with a mist
in which I inhale melancholy
thoughts refusing to leave
until tears streak down my
face joining sobs in unison,
lasting for a while until
the sadness is satiated
We all have our own value
We can't be with everyone
We could have our own mindset
To balance things as it is
When everything seems heavy
Just think of it as passing wind
For everything will all come to vapor
And realized that life has its endgame.
No sooner is man's name penned
On life's great sandy shore;
Until waves of life come pounding
And it exists no more.
It's washed back to which it came
To eternal aggrieve or rest.
Make the steps you're taking count
Each day give God your best.
Flying to but vapor are these days of mine
Marked by the spinning hands of Time
Dark of night and light of day
Circling moon and sunshine ray
Deceive by their consistency
I’m on this earth for eternity
Least I open my eyes to see...
Those vapors dispersed by the winds
Velvet black abyss
Wrap her in your arms
Let the waters hiss
Raise not the bleak alarms
White caress bestow
Upon her fiery brow
Gentle ebb and flow
Release the evil vow
Fantasy it be
But that’s no never mind
Perhaps one day she’ll see
His heart was ever kind
12/15/16
Heard of popcorn lung
or maybe vapor's tongue
You'd be remiss
if you don't Google this
Children don't watch the news
if we don't warn them is it child abuse
Tough love's a thing of the past
all the victims, though, learned fast
Here's the pun
What a home-run
for nicotine gum
Rain storms, ice crystals and freezing snow
Thick breath vapor as they say hello
Wool sweaters, furry coats and there they go
Footprints melting in the pillowy snow
Cigar's smoke stuck on chilled windowpanes
Grey, white and all shades of frames
Cherry-red cheecks and warm palms
Blankets, wood stove and sweet psalms
Form:
L-ife is like a vapor,
E-ach day is so uncertain;
A-nother morrow is unknown,everything comes to an end.
G-reatness of a man
A-lways has its given time;
T-he next thing you know,
C-rushed column knows no rhyme.
H-ope November twentieth comes from man's Creator;
O-pen your mind to God's hand, life is like a vapor.
Sore without
You Are depressants beyond descriptive
This place misplaced
Beyond missing displaced
You disappeared beyond mid-air
Alas you were just here
Now you're gone you disappeared
You were just a vapor in the air
Like to win like the air here invisible
10/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Life, a Vapor
Written: by: Tom Wright
1-17-2012
Life’s footprints,
I correlate to tracks in fresh snow;
Track depth or stretch of days
Hold no lasting significance,
For flow of time and noon day sun
Prompt both to fade beyond existence,
And others to question, if in fact,
They ever existed.
Acts 17: 31 KJV
I think you are wrong,
and I am right,
there is a gap,
persistent and perennial,
I am unhappy always,
and at wars,
they are my wars,
I am advocate,
in my own courts,
and decide myself,
but mostly in my own favor,
one day I did a little labor,
and decided in that man's favor,
my wars reduced from that day,
as if steamed into vapor.
Ice is water that held the container tight
and found the shape of its containment just right.
Water has no shape when not confined,
No dish, no jar, or holding wall to design.
Vapor is water without many friends
Up from the heat and containment it assends.
Life Is A vapour
By: Miracle Man
1/3/2022
As the sun brushes humanity with its warmth, all seems sublime,
unnoticed, the clock is busying itself whittling away time.
James 4:14 KJV
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
“Life is but a vapor.
It comes and soon
Passes away.”
So we should cherish every
Moment that we share together.
“It’s not the quantity of Time
That we spend together,
But the quality of Time.”
But tell that to a grieving heart.
I pray that I can give hope
And comfort to those that need it?
And return the Love given to me
in equal portions?
hello blank white fog of empty
familiar you of wrapping guilt
standing in the sands of time
catching at my thoughts pre empted
claymore buried to the hilt
chuckling at attempted rhyme
tilting tattered wind blown kilt
watch it lar I’m sorely tempted
Words are forming in my rage
Soon to fly at empty page
Spitting splatter
What’s the matter?
Is it time to clean my cage?
I woke inside a sphere
with no seasons...
a planet that forgot
how to turn.
Thoughts drift like pale spirits
with too many eyes,
gazing on the edges
of unfinished dreams.
I try to speak,
but my voice becomes vapor,
curling into symbols
that the air refuses to read.
Still, somewhere
a door made of thunder
waits to be opened
by a hand I have not grown yet.
Near the belching
condensate tanks
off the interchange,
slinks a mammal
with abnormal need
to find a blind
with water to drink
and flapping fish to eat
instead of concrete.
He sheds a scowl
under the amber glow
of buzzing sodium lamps
until veins gather force
like throbbing tributaries
that course from a source
pure in flexing purpose;
despite how we deprive
he drives to survive.
Under the canopy of the dark forest
mist swirls winding around the trees
impairing vision as it clutches all in sight
it moves hauntingly as it winds and clings
creating eerie shadows as it creeps
reflecting lights shade it bends and twists
a musty mildew aroma wafts
footprints no longer mark the path
directions become unknown
lost in a sea of white vapor
we await for it to dissipate
solitude in the mist.
04/02/17
Time, it
moves.
It
moves into
nothing.
Nothing
at all.
Tomorrow is
nothing.
Can’t
touch it,
smell it,
or see it.
Tomorrow’s
just a
concept,
not tangible.
Time,
once past
leaves
vapor,
ghosts
fading images,
feels,
smells of
what past.
Vapors
slowly
dissipating,
losing resonance.
Fading away.
Gone!
Now, an
infinitesimal
moving from
nothing to
nothing.
Leaving
vapor,
dissipating
vapor in
its wake.
the cloak around this world is a breathing vapor,
spreading through the streets & sewers.
carrying an illnes that reaches deep
through every vein and living cell of humanity
but some people fight against it,
in the bliss of a touch by their divine spirit,
but eventually they'll become lost in the ways of this world
because everyone knows, it's too late.
this world has already been infected
and it'll keep on spreading further,
like the sickness of the human-being.
Scarves of silken vapor parade from field to field
a variety of hues and colors, hiding fox and quail
I am traveling in my small plane, observing the result of labor
farmers in overalls working from sun to moon to provide food.
Scarves of silken vapor meander through the woods,
enticing violets, mushrooms, and toadstools to grow renegade
From this height I cannot observe the minnows, ants, or the fey, but….
I sense the faeries, elves and brownies, giving butterflies a standing ovation.