Short Venues Poems

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Premium Member Painful Venue

It‘s often cold where I dwell Running from the confines of Painful venues which are here I'm in my own hell
Russell Sivey
Form: Dodoitsu


Premium Member Golden Memories

Honeyed ginger across warm skies
lavish venues painted in broad luscious strokes
~ summer magic in your eyes



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 2nd place 2025
Form: Other

An Angel Made Of Lace






two wings and a spirit of grace aerial ventures, I better brace portals venues open space time slows down we embrace suddenly ascending a staircase I espy an Angel, made of lace.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Back Porch

Mid 60's brother's band
I am a gloved "scab" on bongos and
helter skelter on county fair drums
They play their backyard hearts out
my summer of learning all instruments
Music, playing parties of various venues 
two lifelong brotherly loves.
Thanks Denny.

Loves Journey Top Each Other

I found you

you found me

I felt  the touch

 We astral fit

Spheres drifting

Joined from ethereal chord

Celeste beings

Timeless venues

Somewhere in time

Travelers in love


Gazed lovers

Moonlight dance

Only human

we Jazz

The journey of our soul
Form: Epitaph


Premium Member Rug of Flowers

First intent to write a monorhyme poem.

A bunch of flowers twined and displayed
Violet, pink, yellow, blue are gathered
Showing a wonderful bouquet centered
Inviting to enjoy this wonderful sight offered.

Spring has bloomed in many hues.
Leaving a streak of navy blues.
Fragances are smelt without residues
Inviting to a flower festival venues.








Nayda Ivette
10-5-2015
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Wooh Is Me

Boys whose, curlews virtues my, my, my And girls superb views Transverse views virtues Firms whose diverse views Oh, no Term used to sell venues Pay dues to entrepreneurs whose of work crews …defuse What do you know, Oh, my Clerks whose payments of church dues Not nearly a down payment on those church pews Now you see Wooh is Me
9/14/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Premium Member Maui Needs Hope Not Hype

To visut Maui, would inject cash into local pockets
I hear many hotels, and other venues are untouched
By the fires? Just in the opposite side.' If i were able
I would go,knowing my contribution would go more
Likely where its needed.'? I an rushing off but thought
To post this in good will, for the people there, if I can
Do something? I cant thinj to rhyme this.' I know readers
Will understand, just a gesture from another human.'
Form: Bio

Premium Member My Poetic Addiction -A 7 Full Alliteration Haiku Chain

blub big blue blazing 
bedazzling boisterous 
brilliant beacon bright

pulsar pulsates  
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely 

quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence

wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up

whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk 

zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen

villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
Form: Haiku

Premium Member The Covid Carousel

Keep the lights on the carousel of Covid fear going.
           The wallet of Bill Gates is indeed, thick and growing.

           Truth, from our God is eternally glowing.
           There are sports venues now in the USA with 15,000 going.

           The truth is really not hiding.
           You won't find me with either mask or the vaccine narrative 
           abiding!

            

                               4/27/2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pre-Season Jitters

A seed has been planted in the minds of man,
Where comfort's blanket is taken, & no longer the plan.

Confidence, now shaken, seems fragile to the core.
Lengthy marathons are but a memory, not like before.

Schedules & venues, blown to bubbles now, how can it be?
While performing in solitude, less the crowd & family.

While short-lived, there's a residue, leftover & unseen.
As players test those filters, wondering how they're clean.
Form: Rhyme

With a Note - Continuums, Fallouts and Collateral Damage

When we hold a world whereat it's leaders, so to speak...
Worship statues, themselves, silver as gold, multi-coloured
Warped castles power as dust be their, paper lust ? then, what 
Should one expect but yes, the darkest of venues indeed; orbiting
Circling, his black hole; chasing furry bunnies with cleavers for paws 
Uncle Mad Hatter and Aunt Jezabel; vote for me you see an inside track ?
Old money honey willed as dispersed in a hearse of a verse by, a gaffy goat.
Form:

Rooting

To watch something competitive
You have to pick a side,
With someone you can root for
And with whom you feel allied.

It could be sports or politics
Or various awards
Or venues like Medieval Times
Where knights wield shields and swords.

For when we are invested
In the outcome and we root,
Excitement bubbles up and often
Joy will follow suit.

It’s fun to cheer our favorites on
For even if they lose,
Absorption in the chase replaces
Boredom or the blues.
Form: Rhyme

Not Ready

Beaches are open and golf courses, too.
Neighbors are meeting for barbecue.
Barbers are snipping like they used to do
But I’m quarantining at home.

Nanas and grandpas are visiting kin.
Sports venues say they’re prepared to begin.
Sunbathers slather their pale indoor skin
While within my apartment I roam.

Restaurants keep tables a distance apart.
Museums let patrons with masks look at art.
So many are ready for life to restart
As I sit here, inside, with my poem.
Form: Rhyme

Movie Trailer: the Emerging Poet--Rated R

Transfixing with emotional content
and images too vivid to ignore,
it came to conquer Earth from inner space,
insidiously seeking to present
reflections of daily experience
and threatening to blast preconceptions
by simply revealing through printed words
at spoken venues, in popular songs,
and in theatrical performances
the true depth of the human condition.


Author's note: This is an original poetic form I call the CENTENCE. It is a one-hundred-syllable, blank-verse, single sentence.

Premium Member Number 9

"You say you want a revolution" screamed the four,
John, Paul, George and Ringo beat down the door.
Melody and harmony and Brit sex appeal gone anti-war
Nine times round the turn table with Yoko, hardcore. 
Fab stereo artists with composite collages for musical scores,
they kicked, whined, smoked and dined in venues top-drawer.
Number 9 was the cut most radical by lore
chaos, poetry, and prose composed with sound effects galore,
a sandwiched montage of "what are you looking for?"
Form: Rhyme

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