Short Veined Poems

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The Old Man

The Old man

Brown-spotted hands

Hooded eyelids

What a sight

His blue-veined dance

Delicious chortle

Touches everything
© Gary Jones  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Vampiric Dawn

The Dawn crept over the 
monochromatic hills
with the stealth of a vampire.
Bleeding into blue-black veined forest
through a lilac haze.

Premium Member Faerie Doll

veined-leaf dewy shoe buckles and heel small flow’rs lilac, snowy rose curlicues and baby’s breath for fashionable faerie 8/7/2020
Form: Tanka

Premium Member In Awe of Ednas Green Thumb

gorgeous African violets
pink, periwinkle, and the deepest purple
yellow centers and dainty dark green veined flowers
we were in awe of Edna, for none of us could grow them

Premium Member A Pale Light Falters

Through veined leaves of gold,  
A pale light falters.  
Fragile truths begin to break.  
Each breath a failing vow.  
Love lingers, nearly gone,  
Listening souls go dim.


Look Closer

A calligraphy, a veined post-script for the rusty sheen of mortality. Behold the dying and the replenishing, the glory of the shedding and investing. All this upon a forest floor.

Premium Member Teaspoon of Gems

...in the beginning and nearing the end 
we become as baby sparrows
with teaspoon heartbeats
veined wrinkled heads
the starry harps of heaven
guiding every gilded breath...



Bite-sized poem no.13
Form: Rhyme

Waking From a Catnap

Gently, 
the maple's 
veined hydra of a
tounge stretches out 
in fall to taste the midday 
mist, to sate its chronic thirst.
How like a baby in its mother's arms
is this rough-grained senior clothed in bark.
Form: Fibonacci

- Envy -

I envy your lightly veined eyelids,
For upon a pulchritude so glorious they rest.
I envy the falling drops of rain,
For your amber hair they fondle best.
I envy the so bright sun 
For to you it sends warmth and fun.

Premium Member faeries flower

this new found flower was a combination of delight and joy
delicate, veined and fuchsia like an orchid
with teeny tiny white faerie daisies in the center
I did not know the name, but it was from God’s best imagination

Vampiric Dawn

The lilac haze of Dawn creeps up, With the stealth of a vampire. Bleeding glistening red droplets into The blue-black veined forest And to the monochromatic hills beyond.
~I dissected and reworded Deborah Guzzi's poem Vampiric Dawn~

Meeting Driverside

hold the razor
blade sideways
scrape up and slide
our kind size
straight line marked
like a scoreboard
winner won cards in
routing really
some may stand
up and ready
veined blue blood
circulation it's ok
to say
goodbye and 
wait again
'til next time
© Mike Swell  Create an image from this poem.

Avalanched

Left my life stood cold and blue
Veined of the day after
Where the flow of every water frozen
Told let it go
Still a bit of fire left in my heart desires
Of pulsing screams melting snowcaps
Lips nolonger blue
My heart lingers in every beat
Avalanched of deceit

Jobs

I am nervous because I don't know 
Where to start
It always comes out to being apart 
I try and try again 
I always feel drained 
Whenever  I don't get the call 
I tend to feel very dull 
I will be lonely remained 
Thou forever self-contained 
Thee calls It veined.
Form: Rhyme

Leaf

Here is a calligraphy a blue veined script,
on the rusty sheen of mortality.

Life and death are scrawled everywhere,
yet the clear-eyed read eternity:
written in-between these.

There one sees
the cursive messages that God writes
upon all things leaving
or yet to come.

Premium Member Where is the frog

Stained glass marvel completed within six months
Delicate iridescent hues, light as a faerie’s veined wings
I am thunderstruck by my talents; this was my first attempt
Listening to others' comments, I glow and bask in glory
Lily pad magic, aerie and pretty. But where is the frog?
art

The Not So Friendly Mirror

Form.     Florette 2.   Wrote for contest but didnt submit. (I chickened out)


Mirrors reveal what you can't hide
The rolls of fat your large backside
The legs once slim now plump and veined
The face once smooth now lines remain.
Yet dimples showing that you are smiling inside.
Form: Rhyme

A Tree Suffers Under Snow

black boned, minstrel faced
                leaves broken with ice,
                veined as a frosted puppet;

neither old nor new, but changed
                and leaving, the cold makes
                me stamp and circle in rage;

I can`t stand the weight, stand the weight...

Tempest

Wildly the tempest rages in a rampage 
    strong and unrestrained,
harnessing the mighty force of nature's  
    will to devastate both land 
and sea, its power unrelenting; 
    the heavens are veined with lightning, 
and the wind's sheer strength shows 
    no sign it will abate.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Passing

Brown and green colors of dirt and grass 
three inches tall in spring mud between my toes 
wet from the sprinkler I ran through this afternoon.

Under a lowering gray sky fallen wet maple leaves 
red and yellowey brown veined against the stiff dying lawn
dusted with glitter from last night’s frost.

Old

Old is the small of lavender,
washed faces, the dust brown
of waxed furniture, bouquets

of veined hands that hide pearls
in indian boxes, alongside cameras
that fled across years, heavy-eyed ;

then there is you, the way you change,
you are half of these years, not just
the ebb, but a wave never slight
old

Premium Member This Autumn Crypt

A  howling rain that blotch upon my skin,
autumn rambler through that tangled leaf maze,
I am the deathly veined nightmare tomb,
whose dance macabre ghost ridden blight,
a morose bell toll clatter eardrum jinx,
 blank ink bead choker voodoo  last curtain,
light fusing blind host to nonexistence,
undertaker’s tool in morbid trade

Premium Member Leaves of Life

We mourn the death of those
who through a season shared,
wept the morning dews,
their white veined fingers
wave at the rain, snickering,
cling through the breaths
     of gnashed clouds.
Then, each singular body falls
and becomes one pile of many,
like griefs we labor to endure
become memories of many lost
yet never truly...gone.

Lean Halloween

The vampires are thirsty, the ghouls want to eat,
Season of famine and drought,
No more red-veined virgins, no graveyards of meat,
Food and drink, have all run out.

The priests have placed crosses on every girl’s breast,
The tombs are all guarded at night,
So vampires and ghouls must take second best:
They lunge at each other, and bite.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Arbor Vitae

I think I should have
Been born a tree -
- Maybe a silvered birch
With feather veined
Leaves -
- I could greet 
My tall reflections
That swim saintly inside
The nearby streams -
- Or a lofty, leafy oak,
Crying slow orange tears in autumn
And being a shoulder
For solemn lonely birds
To cry on - 
- It has been said
That I always had my head in the clouds.

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