Short Waned Poems
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DILUTED
Autumn leaves tremble
passion has waned sans color
floods diluted fall
9/19/2017
And poverty has thus filled his griddle with dust,
His cup covered in rust
His strength, long waned to wail and cry
Now, all he awaits is to die
Form:
We were BARE FOOT in the grass.
Seasons came. Seasons WANED.
AND over again.
Once more.
Shoes removed.
GIGGLES AND CHATTER
Nothing else MATTERED.
The fun king came once again,
To claim the throne of wither and stain,
No blame of shame garnished or waned,
As our king of fame proclaims his elicit game.
Land masses in freeze
mans conditional now waned
nature retracts, whilst
a polar bear roams a city
incomprehensible times
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-13.php
I wonder what are the criteria,
I'd meet him in a cafeteria,
Ask how he waned the entries,
Good poems from different countries,
He would say some lines act like bacteria.
April 3, 2022.
The ambitious dreamer,
Fell in love
And obtained the flame.
Now, he's reined
In the scene of dailiness.
Woe, such rebellious spirit waned.
On the stage of his mind,
Emotionally drained.
After being charged,denied everyone feasted,Governor had imprisoned Jesus,King, Laughing
men neared, openly Pilate queried reason,shrouded thorns unveiled vengeance waned,
xenophobes yoking zealots.
phhhhhew.....
Frog In Her Cup
there once a frog that jumped into her cup
he filled her rim so fast he got the hiccups
was all he could wrestle
as he swam her vessel`
croaks waned once a release of his buildup
connie pachecho
6/16/17
Nearer To God Remained
While away all of the time had waned
Things exist that are hard to be explained
Bothersome behavior having no beat
And only thing will do is self-defeat
Nearer to God I have always remained.
Jim Horn
the clouds are drifting
across the face of the moon
a dark night in June
tree shadows moving
the glimmering comes and goes
restless dreamers stir
the dusky blossoms
dance in the dark like lovers
when night's pearl has waned
Wakened, the winged and winsome wind
wandered westerly while whistling witchery.
It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -
whooshing, then whipping willows.
Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully.
“Merge of the seasons ” (Than-Bauk)
Winter has waned
Heat had gained strength
Snow drained with force.
written by Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City
i walked down the alley of my mind,
it was lonely.
i entered the room of my heart,
it was empty.
i peeped through my eyes,
i was blind.
what spell did time caste on us?
your absence in abundance...
‘cause i scented your aroma.
it had waned.
-gurumali
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The warm patina of old age is cherished
revered, conserved, protected as irreplaceable.
Unlike the wrinkles and scars
that deface waned youth expired.
Only time and good care
coats much-loved keepsakes
with protective patina -
the glaze and sheen of esteemed age.
Waned moon's crescent child
hoping to
one day soon shine full
Full moon wanes
its light gentles dark night
Earth's children sleep
October 17, 2021
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Second Place Trophy!
To breathe is constricting
to walk is now strained
My passion is boundless
My power has waned
The music demands
that I keep up the pace
so much to do,
when I look at your face
I see hope rekindle
I feel I can try
to put down this opus,
this work,
ere I die.
Where stockings of fishnet hung by the tree,
Old Santa grew giddy, blushing with glee,
For the madam explained
"If your drive's not too waned,
The one-you-pick's owner won't charge the fee."
November 17, 2022
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest,
Tania Kitchin, sponsor
Special friend
You remained while everyone else waned
All disappeared but you stood clear
You looked after me while others turned to flee
Always there with open arms
Always fair and beautiful as the stars
Special friend
I too will always be here
For you always, my nearest dear
The Waning of Tides of Love
Like the ebb
and flow
of tides
to thirsty shores,
so surreal
were the ups and downs
of our love;
then at yesterday’s
sunset,
the moon
forsook us
and with lost gravity,
the thirsty tides
of our love
waned away:
lost at sea
to return no more.
Let me be,
Let me heal
The pain has reached my marrow
And left me a bitter sorrow
The tears in my eyes
Soon will dry
My waned strength will come anew
And the dark sky above me again shall be blue
My woebegone face
Won't tarry more than it'd stayed
I'm grateful for the pain
But I'll heal again.
Form:
DIVORCE
Don’t let this end in bitterness.
It’s not about who’ll win, who’ll lose.
Victory is making sure
Our children never have to choose.
Remain good friends, though love has waned.
Cherish the good times we had,
Even if the ending’s sad
rustlin' sounds abound
children hidin' but soon are found
great laughter and cheer everywhere
a quiet breeze caressing the atmosphere
sparrows, warblers, and wrens singin' less
dog days' zeal has waned; harvest soon, I attest
beautiful yellows, reds, and browns a fallin'
soon 'Ole Man Jack' will be a-callin'
a waned moon sliced a horizon~~a baby wakes~~and started cooing
waking a cote of doves~~jointly they answered the call~~in harmony
Original Date: 2019 December 28
Revised Date: 2019 December 29
ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Howmanysyllables;
2 lines x 17 syllables per = 34 syllables total
I had forever
then unexpectedly
the clock stopped.
The ticking had slowed
when I wasn't paying attention
and the tocks between were longer than before.
Breath waned after a miss, a slip and faltering
and heartbeat, once loud and pounding with strength
ceased - still and silent
and forever was gone.