Short Wailed Poems
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i am drained
i am burnt out
i have drount
i am fryed
i have cried
i have screamed
i have tried
i have failed
i have wailed
I am pained
I am DRAINED
Willard was a wily wizened wonderful wizard
Who willingly wrote wildly wonderous tales,
Were Willard’s wild tales wistful?
Wish we knew, Wilbur wailed, wondering.
Sam wailed their tale to moist hands
“being cooked wasn't in my plans”
pumpkin slapped her cheeks
“time to stop your shrieks
your dripping tears on the pans.”
With scissors, some paper and rock,
He tried hard to make a new clock.
But his efforts all failed,
And, frustrated, he wailed,
‘It ticks but I can’t make it tock.’
Celebrating in my brand new car
But sadly, I didn't get too far
Judge wailed quick as a wink
Express mailed to the clink
My rum ass parked my car "in" the bar
The three wise magi started from far,
Following the trail of the bright star.
But soon the star was veiled,
By dark clouds and they wailed-
"We should have come by a taxi car"
There was a young scientist from Rangoon
Who built a rocket and flew to the moon
But His rocket booster failed
Now I am stuck here he wailed
He wont be coming home anytime soon.
Written 10th April 2018
Let’s throw him in the boxing ring and see what he does.
Come on! You know him, I warned them about our cousin Fuzz.
Fuzz ran out and hugged each opponent and gave some a kiss.
He won’t do at all! Wailed the sports hander, a boxer named Miss.
The stones' first voice was weapon.
Today, that voice spoke again,
wailed its sorrow against the wind,
pulsed and swirled inside my ears.
Today's stone pushed its face
forward; shoved others aside,
its anger swelling as it cried,
Why? in mournful requiem.
Pounding each key
like a Fender Rhodes
the computer bent and wailed
Bits and bytes
of encrypted language
messages derailed
Memory freezes
last chance rebooted
restart zero-sum
The riff uncapped
its printout fading
—typeface on the run
(The New Room: 8/6/2023)
Vowed
To love
Each other
Jealousy wailed
Shattered trust, broken heart, sleepless nights, us.
Brew for woe, estranged us despair, perchance
Cupid finds one
Reignite
Smoking
Love
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Format:
10 lines
1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1 Syllable format
Double Tetractys
Sad can permeate,
Grey, dank days create,
Time heals, does pass by,
Gloom sees end to each sigh,
We all need remedies,
Keep up face smilies,
Each person can use,
New focus to choose,
Once we all wailed,
Again the assassins have failed,
You'll wake in own skin,
Cheers! is best medicine!
A tall, handsome, young man from Rangoon,
With huge feet,shaped as two balloons.
Wailed ,”No girl will want me!”
A maid cried, ” I choose thee!”
Please hasten to their wedding next June!
7/3/2023
Pork Chop sat at the table
Cornbread joined him too…
Waiting for Tee-Lee to pick Cecile,
So all could entertain with their muse…
Tee-Lee began to pick Cecile,
Cornbread caught up with his muse ~
Pork Chop stood up on his heels…
All whirled in time to Cecile’s tunes;
And wailed to the Pork Chop bleu’s…
A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.
For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza
the sky opened, darkened.
It wailed, perhaps in despair, triumph
Or pity
Although it had no obligation to me
It felt like forgiveness
And its sweetness caused me to soften
And collapse like drenched cardboard
In a dirty alley way
And I began to rain, too
From my eyes, onto moistened lips
And hands of holy water and grime
My last poem fell victim to Chrono’s dastardly warps
I dragged the depths of my memory pool, came up with a shriveled corpse.
I beat my breast and wailed like a woman plucked from the Middle Ages..
You can’t scribe without paying your wages
So I present this wine to the sages
Alas! For I have filled my book with blank pages!
She picks herself up
after bumping into a sharp edge.
Another kid might have
wailed out loud, she only shrugs -
nevertheless
runs to me for comfort.
I want to protect her from the hard stuff,
she’s going to crash into a lot of hard stuff.
There must be a spell to keep her safe,
I need her to teach me it,
help me figure us out.
It curdled.
The landscape.
Goop.
The notion the I might get that degree?
Whoosh.
Revving up to a wasteland.
And live in downed wires.
I really might have graduated.
If my organs didn’t curdle.
People look at me like I have eyes that care.
Or gratitude.
So I wailed at notions and old sticky notes.
And my soul that didn’t study enough.
It shone
Finally, the rain had fallen
An end to the dust monologue
And then
Like foil unwrapped
Unmasked
Naked
It lay infront of me
Helpless
Hopeless
They wailed again
Their bellies screaming
The voices gone
The scars of their tears blinked
Only for a second
The river began to flow again
I wondered
Why the weather changed it's colors so fast!
Form:
sane story squashed
worn wanky clashed
wielded wits flung
leering lanky lust
strained sanity snogged
pilfering punctured pawn
voluptuous vie wept
cremating callous crest
bruised biddings belched
pruned passion puked
dark dribbles drooled
clutching crazed clue
wedged wiles wailed
taunting tampered trail.
'20:05:10:12:00
Note: Of tamed tale.
for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, fought and cheated;
adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports,
the losers wailed, the victors jubilated;
now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion trophy once golden,
lost in the rubbles of the demolished gym,
a relic of a youthful season long forgotten!
To get it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, screamed and shrieked,
fought and cheated.
It fanned the hysteria of intramural sports
where the losers wailed, the vicotrs
jubilated.
Now rusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion Trophy
once golden,
lost in the rubble of the demolished gym,
a relic of youthful seasons
now forgotten!
When the sky is full of blood
purple rain will fall on the faces he foresaw
when he sang shrill and wailed on guitar
as nobody had ever done before.
Hearts will bruise the pain of being
with each insistent beat,
feeding nerve endings, bone deep,
blood forming fists like buds full of scent
to battle "and blossom in purple and red."
May 31, 2016
for Last Line Prompt Contest
He was skinny as a rail
Dared not put him on a scale
He grew much fatter
Didn’t seem to matter
I knew that he could not fail
~
She livened every party
Always knew she was hearty
She wailed when over
Like she was rover
Howls making her a smarty
~
I left him there in the past
Despite all that he had asked
Begging me to stay
Had to make him pay
Leaving had to be done fast