Short Veined Poems
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The Old man
Brown-spotted hands
Hooded eyelids
What a sight
His blue-veined dance
Delicious chortle
Touches everything
The Dawn crept over the
monochromatic hills
with the stealth of a vampire.
Bleeding into blue-black veined forest
through a lilac haze.
veined-leaf dewy shoe
buckles and heel small flow’rs
lilac, snowy rose
curlicues and baby’s breath
for fashionable faerie
8/7/2020
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
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.
...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
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.
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.
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
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~
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
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
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.
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.
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?
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.
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...
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.
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 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
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.
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.
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.
Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes
In the sky
Charcoaled veined branches
Pushing and piercing
Entangled knotted wooden arms
Acquiring the sky
Captivating territory
Pressing into spongy soft
Of early darkness.
Molding their wishes into Blue
Tranquility cut, scissored-in
As hurrying birds chisel their way
Into darkening
Descending day.
When the heat was right
And your yellow glow, cool
DNA smashed in genes
With those 'Anvil Sparks'
But then you turned red
Shorn in white streaks
Flowered to my joy
With 'Careless Love'
Did I pluck you then?
Now as white petals
You desire to bleed
Like a dark veined rose?
let me give pleasure
To steal your sorrow
And color you bright
Under the blue skies: