Short Volunteered Poems

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Dust

They wanted heros
So we gladly volunteered
To destroy our foes.
Alas, we were successful.
Now there's only dust and tears.
© Jim Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
war
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Daffy Thoughts of An Old Duck

Jamaica                             No she volunteered
    

Thought Deed                    Think Need


Silence of the lambs.           Bah!
Form: Monoku

Ready For Battle

there is a herd of texas cattle
who volunteered to fight in the battle
for big bovine
they sure can march in line
and all carry a sabre to rattle
Form: Limerick

Dedicates

Candles are all in old talks
For their dedication part 
It’s wrong to forget 
Innocent umbrellas 
Volunteered to get wet 
For the noses to remain dried

Humanity of An Irrational Animal

When she fell on the sidewalk
no one volunteered to raise her..
Just a friendly mutt,
 barked beside her for help...
Just an irrational animal,
it's so true...!
Form: Epigram


World On the Back

It would be easier 
           endure the world
             on the back,
           if each one volunteered
             with his own shoulder 
             resiliently,
             stoically...
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Lonely and Unfulfilled

lonely were his days
a ridiculous sameness 
unfulfilled always

never volunteered
never helped anyone else
never liked himself

drifted into death
mailman finally missed him
alerted the police
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Never Volunteer for Merriment

   
        I volunteered for an experiment   
        to assess the effects of merriment
           I laughed so very hard
           My funny bone was scarred
        Much to my humerus’ imperilment
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Friendly Cashier

Just met a friendly supermarket cashier Thanked him for the joyful presence he volunteered A mundane occupation Doesn't stimulate the imagination Guess it's way better than a street bum career
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Why Then

To my destiny, I once complained 

For 

The unbearable weight my soul was

Condemned to carry,

“Why then have you volunteered to carry it?” 

Answered she, with surprise! 


 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 FEBRUARY 2015
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Indelible Impressions

Memorial Day picnic by the lake, listening to the baseball game
    Thanksgiving, an indoor feast, screen tuned to the football game

  'I guess Thanksgiving is more important than Memorial Day'
    volunteered my perspicacious youngest son

Premium Member Seventy Seven

Seventy Seven Written: by Tom Wright 1/15/2016 77 Feels Like, Going From Fine China To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates; The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered, Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items I’m found without appetency for. C/enter>
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Seventy Seven

Seventy Seven Written: by Tom Wright 1/15/2016 77 Feels Like, Going From Fine China To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates; The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered, Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items I’m found without appetency for.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
age

Viva La Viva

V vaunts verbiage vociferously.
Visage viewed very vacuous                            			
Vacillates varyingly,
Venting valentine versus violence

Vast, versatile, variant,
Vehement vituperations volunteered: 
Voices voice virtuously
Voices voice vulgarly

V very veracious,
Versal vortices visualized,
Versal volages visualized,
V’s  valedictory.
Form: Quintilla

Casualty Lists

It was 35 Diggers dead each day
Of the Great War for they volunteered to stay
Mounting a total to 60,000 the cost
Each one a son or daughter of the Southern Cross lost

From a country of five million souls strong
416,809 enlisted to the battle front long
And lastly 156,000 became casualties
For us, for freedom the sacrifice was not free.
 
© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

Memories of You

That warm smile
Those open arms that are always embracing 
That heart of love and compassion
You so easily gave

The friendly talks
The counsel you volunteered 
The prayers you prayed
You never failed to impart each moment you shared

You will live on in our memories
Now and forever
Never to depart
Gone but not forgotten


Copyright © Karen Edwards-Gregory | 2017
Form:

For Real

the real martyrs volunteered 
their bodies for torture
suffered a terrible death
and they said father forgive them
just before their death

the real cowards they run away
just as fast as they can
they think that there some place to go
but that is fairy land

the real scriptures tell the truth 
the past, present and future
if you chose the wrong scripture
your messing with your future
Form:

A Week Ago

A week ago, I rode the train
And saw a show; did not refrain
From eating out and seeing friends,
The things on which my life depends.

I’d planned a trip, was set to go,
Not knowing all that I now know.
I shopped in stores and waited for
My quilting class, which I adore.

A week ago I volunteered
But school group tours have disappeared.
So much has happened, oh, so fast.
How long, I wonder, will it last?
Form: Rhyme

Robert Croslin Mayor Elect Hyattsville Md

He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Gadani beach

Gadani beach

Gadani beach, the last call
she only needs skeletal crew 
As I had not been to Pakistan
I volunteered to be skeletal
it was the beach in the name
I thought of seminude girls 
How wrong can a man be
Gadani was a cemetery for
for ship, too old and too small
for maritime business
My home, for two years made
into nails and turned into
unspeakable parts
This is life, sailors and ships
have a short life span
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member What My Boss Said

It showed on my face
Frustration with my lover
How did it happen?

She overheard me
Whispering that I'll kill him
My dark teddy bear

Gwen said, "No you won't!"
I saw you rescue dead plants
And brought them to life"

I'd not known she knew
Days before we volunteered
Stuffing envelopes

We left the library
For a different address where
I saw dying plants

They soon decked terrace
Overlooking warm swim pool
They thrived as I thrived.

*
Form: Haiku

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