Short Vines Poems
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Destroy my vines
Play in my mind
Longings lost
And what a cost
Brings me
To my knees again
And I will not sin
In vein
Though we now part ways,
Our vines of our own divines’
Shall reach each other
On one of our coming days;
Our fond bond only begun.
something strange
has transformed me
in the middle of
the moonlight
sits an oak tree
that said
let my
branches
become your
vines
Green growing vines
Entwine
Around
And up
And down
Circling the old, old oak
Crawling across the ground
Inching slowly
Creeping
Making no sound
Move over and give me some space
Too tight is your strangling embrace
I am suffocating
I’d hate to have to buy some mace
Spray it in your possessive face
Loving turns to hating
*Entry for Dr. Ram's Tail-Rhyme contest
we grew together
in fits and starts,
twisting and twining,
two damaged hearts
drinking in rain drops,
seeking the sun,
climbing and weaving,
but never as one
no lattice to cling to,
no wall to adorn,
strangling and choking,
a life we now mourn
Heather in a garden
Or heather in a store
Flowers beg a pardon,
Lovely forever more.
Vines climb up a wall,
Effortlessly tall
Vines climb up a gate,
Chopping is their fate.
Flowers and vines,
‘til the end of times.
Together forever
Trumpets and heather.
to tender the vines
they weep merlot tears
so merlot to hold
they ferment our years
to tender the cask
they reap merlot tears
to bottle and hold
they ferment for years
too tender the cask
they reap merlot fears
no merlot to hold
they ferment our tears
We are crisp green vines looping and curling
Beautifying the dark red brick buildings
Of universities, decorating churches
Gardners revel in our natural sharpness
Adorning planters, baskets and planters
Bringing verdant green plant to life
We are the ivy brigade
Prancing our purity and freshness
In spring and summer
I rest my eyes away from you,
and I feel the grip of our
entwining vines.
I feel how tightly they hold us—
I smell the fragrance of the
monomaniac squeeze—
and I feel the grip of my vines
loosen.
I feel a wisp of cold wind—
the only real sign that you
have long passed me by
no longer growing
confusedly as one.
As vines and entwine so do
families, families born to climb…
Through the years and centuries they
continue to grow, larger and larger
as they climb…
The older they get the more tangled
and gnarly the vines and families get…
At last a family tree has been
born for the future to take notice
and grow…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2011
gaunt garden growling
girded in hankering
rustic roses moaning
rumbles roasting sydneys
fiery figs fostering
damped daffodils smirking
felon fashion fiddling
with nocturnal nimbling
nature nasty puking
airy atmosphere hoisting
callous surges lurching
voluptuous vines squashing
it's our garden
whooshing wind's warden.
19:12:10:10:55
Kept through time
Nourished with salt
Love shall never fault
Look to see
For you will find thee
Beneath it all
Hear when called
World of sound
God was found
We are one
For it was sung
We are his children
We are forgiven as we are lived in
God we thank thee
Blessed with empathy
Away from selfish
We are not helpless
The heart had shown
God blessed his own
Vines crept up the old brick wall
and clung with tenacious skill.
Tangled, this way and that they
rose, with a singular purpose
it seemed. To reach upward
no matter what the path or
impediments presented. I
studied this old wall for a bit,
than went on my way, thinking
about my path and the lesson
here. Those tangled vines on
that old brick wall....
7/7/13
Tangled vines kept closed the door
that led into the secret garden
the small girl very patiently
one by one untangled them
It took her oh so very long
until at last they were all free
slowly, and so excitedly she
opened the door and peered
Her eyes wide as saucers
as she beheld the beauty
a stunning garden decked
with flowers made of jewels
contest: Tangled Vines written 06/30/2013
Twilight, stay with me
in hours between wrong and right;
when confessions are murmured
upon this life half done,
that past mid-life,
I ask for reprieve to settle
unsolved desires those which
enable my fears a choking
of seasons' absence-
Northwinds may be cold ,
cruel but now I hold
eventide's fire with passion unbending
Contest: Heart and Soul by Kelly Deschler
Tangled vines, poisonous air,
Knotting my hair, choking my lungs.
Cold iron bars, keeping me here,
Why do I continue to hold my tongue?
Unspoken words, unbearable want,
Longing for you, not telling you.
Vines made of pain and fear,
Don't let me tell you what's true.
Untold emotions, unwritten songs,
Sing of a love hidden in the dark.
Un-ending pain, eternal rain,
Lost in a place so empty and stark.
Getting through the jungle is not so easy
when I have to contend with tangled vines.
Swinging through the trees used to be a breeze,
but now they are growing every which way.
I don’t have a clue about how I got here,
but Jane is always by my side each day.
Civilization? I have no idea of its meaning.
I can’t explain these objects flying overhead.
Are those the things people use to get there?
July 2, 2013
somehow and in someway, just once today
ends twist, making it so hard to resist
this connection with you, it’s true
- vines became tangled -
sometime and in someway- today
with only you
~ a little scribble ~
tangled vines and shasta daisies embrace
long forgotten wagon wheels . . .
the whisper of a breeze
________________________
August 6, 2012
Poetry/Kimo/tangled vines
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 4116-88-06
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, tangled vines
sponsor, Brian Strand, HM, Judged 08/08/2012
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Tangled vines slowly creep
upon the unsuspecting tree
As it leaps upon the trunk
It keeps the tree in a deadly embrace
Life, like the vine can entangle us in its web
Making us struggle to free ourselves
Or endure a slow demise as it strangles us
We can also become entangled in the web of love
Its tangled vine can break our hearts in two
Then we seek solace in the vine
Drowning our sorrows to get over the heartbreak
Perhaps it's a love divine we seek
Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind,
their tendrils wander where the daylight strays.
They meander softly, following their mind;
Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind.
In every curl, a quiet grace I find~
a green desire to reach, to slip away.
Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind,
their tendrils wander where the daylight strays.
As my feelings for u run simalir to the vines of a jungle.
constantly getting Twisted and tangled.
But as people say the calmer I stay the closer I shall reach the finish.
To try another take ing my learnings from this love attempt
To hopefully forfill the next.
But love is only a personality test if u really take hard look.
It’s almost like a fish hook but all I can say is for us it was not a good catch.
Meaning I must try another path try 1nce more to score.
Tangled vines are relative
twisting way up into my family tree.
When we were young, still in college,
my cousins all knew I needed a buck or two,
small amount just to get over a slump.
I finally asked for ten because
it would have helped me move on.
My rich bro gave me his two cents worth
and I've really never wondered why.
But the others, only had excuses
growing from twisted, tangled minds.
I've included each one in my will now
a hundred dollars apiece from my millions.