Short Waiving Poems
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Total humiliation
Finally hit rock bottom
Knew it was time to ask for help
Waiving the white flag in desperation
Rehab crew, take me I’m yours
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for REHABILITATION POETRY CONTEST sponsored by JULIA WARD
a sestet
Looking for that place beyond his memory,
he scans time and space within the room's debris
waiving the embrace requiring energy.
Twisting in the settee, he finds it in his lap
clicking uselessly - alas! it has no zap
Lacking battery! how will he take his nap?
THE KIND HEARTED VAMPIRE
A vampire once pledged to abstain
From his normal beverage in vein
Virgins’ white necks full waiving
He sated his craving
Gathering taxes, although less humane
He worked hard and his skill he refined
But his conscience troubled his mind
So returned to the virgins
Didn’t need too much urgin
On the whole it was not so unkind
[Female prize]
Collector
Now springtime going on of the wrinkled forehead
Has been rubbed out the lucky lines of scientific vest
Soaring eagles flying away high and falcons eyes in dirge chorus
Drowning the risen sun in the sprouting hungry necropolis
No rainy tears in the warmest weather cheering to sun
Dancing waists waiving in the salty foods of eyes
Embroidered feathers of peacocks in ravens wings
White crows in the shrouds of wayward trapped earth
12.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
I awake my night with a
dream,
and set at the day to go and
let go,
here I am once again sliding
back to life.
A better rebirth of
tomorrow's morrows I pray,
for years back I wanted to
escalate the thwart wands
away,
and now am waiving bye-
bye to my yester-went.
Farewell yesterday-
the knock has come to my
door,
the rain is falling in my door
and to my Lord belongs the
Glory..
today here I am and so..
what I am
smiling and glorify Him
Form:
Shut in this place
In close, closer, the walls move
Waning light as darkness grows
Ebbing joy and mounting woes
Claustrophobia erecting and waiving its sullen hand
Continually the mercury drops
This place is getting colder
A prisoner locked in a cell
The weary heart longs to bail
Out
Precatory eyes long to see outside
Outside of this place
Away from the cold, dark, moldy dampness
Nigh to warmth, radiance, and light
Out
Out of this place
You blankly stated,
On which I write my thoughts
Some of them are strong and bold
While others are soft and polite.
You are my canvas,
Landing tall at ten fleeting doves
I splash colored oiled pigments
Here and there and down our halls
You can see it down on our walls.
The brush strokes it on through,
The pigmented oils of
The hair hues of blue
They've painted.
Hair waiving through line after line.
With shade after shade
As if the ink was there.
"Dreams do this, Catcher"
mystery in the heart
misleads the kiss
the kiss bleeds
like a somersault
backwards
into the comfort
of the dream
we find hidden notes
written in the music
we miss the heart’s
true translation
we turn the page
we get down
on our knees
too late the prayers
are taken in the plate
alms waiving
backstop
out of the park
the soft fall
shot hard
left field
right field
catcher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)