Short Wanting(A) Poems
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Generations of waiting
needing and wanting a vote
Dictator ousted; long
long polling queues, many thousands
wait nine hours, it matters not.
There once was a dame in New York
Who plugged her hole with a cork
Some thought her insane
For not wanting a wean
But she still got one from a stork
At the check out I did a double take,
when I saw them my heart did palpitate,
Popeye the sailor,
Olive enamored,
Bluto stalking Olive wanting a date.
11-6-16
Duckbilled platypus and koalas lead the way
Showed kangaroos and joeys Santa’s bag today
Santa showed up with a nosey kookaburra then
wanting a warm Aussie beach to plunge in
Often dream of making unending love
Then wake up wanting a hug, even an old fossils
Any port in a pinch
Just need to clinch
To feel a warm body up against my nozzle
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
As my father spoke of wanting a sign that my mom is with us…
CARDINAL
red feathers fly by
stirring cardinal’s syrinx ~
a soar melody
8/16/2021
Songbird haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
HMS 575
Need
Revisited before and again
Dreams as pain
Longing like rain
On desert's dry sand,
Breeze in the heat
Refresh and hope
Words come like rain, flowing so naturally
Puzzle together a Monet
A sonnet
Wanting a dream come true.
In awe of him I stared as if he a mountain
of grey glaciers where black butterflies
drooped wings eyelids of the miserable mourner
our wasted limbs entwined, celtic knots half drawn
wilted wanderers wanting a feather bed
on which to lie, under glinting satin sunsets.
Raping old friends
Far too easy
And I suffer the
Consequences.
Without connections
And only visiting
their happiness
on the outside.
I am undeserved of
renewal I say,
and out-casted
like a good
perpetrator
should be.
Scowling is
my brow
wanting a
happy reunion
show.
SWAYING OF THE TREES
A TOUCH OF ESCTASY
A FEELING OF BEING FREE
THE SYMBOLIC KEY
A YEARNING FOR SOME LOVE
A THOUGHT FOR NOTHING ABOVE
A WHISPHER OF AFFECTION
WANTING A LASTING CONECTION
A FLOWING OF MY WORDS
A SEEMLESSLY ENDLESS HERD
A MEANING SO DEEP AND
A SCREAM TO KEEP
THE LOVE BELOW
Form:
Wanting to cook
the catechist refuses to use fire
because every fire smells hell
She made for herself
A snow ball with a core
Inside was hot red charcoal
“Possibly I will now cook”, she murmured
But hot charcoals melt away snow
Face to face she was with fire
The rejected became her master
Two little aliens from Mars,
Descended to Earth from the stars.
Just wanting a drink,
They never did think,
Of the panic they caused in the bars!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 3 in Out Of This World Limerick Contest
Co-authored by Vera Selena Hinshaw
Max the cat likes a pat
And a scratch under his chin’s a fact
He doesn’t like the cold
And will sit near the heater so bold
Purring is not a favourite in thing
But he does it when there’s a happy ring
In the morning his everyone’s friend
Wanting a tip-bit from the drawer in the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sweet release is all I want,
but can never seem to find it.
From the pain, strife and grief.
Wanting someone to be kind.
Wanting love,
but not able to break down the walls.
Wanting to protect my heart,
from future harm.
Not always wanting a man
Not always finding a woman
The ever and eternal struggle.
Form:
I search the horizon near and far for your presence but where are you ?
I hear a whisper over my shoulder I look but where are you ?
I'm envisioning you alongside of me in search of happiness but where are you
My love is here for the taking but where are you ?
Just needing and wanting a special love in my life
Where are you ??
BOTTLE TREE
They say
That evil spirits
Are captivated by your beauty
As you stand glistening in the sun.
Wanting a better look,
They come closer
And get caught.
That's what
They say.
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from My Magnolia Memories and Musings- In Poems
#southern #southernlife #southernpoems #bottletree
If you just sleep,
the rats will only cover your eyes.
How dare you dream!!!!!
wanting a way out.
this bad dream is more real
than love.
doubt more sensual
then the delicate evasion of a kiss.
there's not enough sweetness
to cover this filthy taste.
it
loves
me
it's everything of nothing.
rhetorical questioning
became the norm within
this malfunctioning affair
never truly wanting a
genuine answer to be
declared
with a glaring stare
spread across the eye's
of resentment
words foaming from
the mouth filled with
such disdain
cultivated an atmosphere
of emotional hostility
causing the death of love
The cooling Savannah mud,
Where jungle beasts recline,
Refreshing their leathery hide,
And innocent eyes wink,
Unconcerned by matters of survival,
While Man struggles to find a solution,
To save a species sentenced to die by greed,
Barbaric huntsmen wanting a trophy of murder,
The magnificent horn of the majestic rhinoceros.
Form: Free Verse
Darkness...
The cold emptiness
the chilling feeling of...
alone
Look over your shoulder
no one is there...
lonely
Wanting a feeling
of something...
love
Left all alone
searching for more...
acceptance
Lost in your own life
needing something dear...
redemption
Not knowing what to do
always lost in your...
darkness.
Running in fear
Sheddding a small tear
Lost and alone
Not able to find a way home
You think it's just a bad dream
But no one hears your heart scream
Wanting a friend
When will this come to an end
A living nightmare
Hiding in your fear
Crying out in pain
Does anyone scream back your name
Terror taking it's toll
Claiming another lost soul
Form:
Life is so busy sometimes
With places to go and meals to prepare.
Princess looks dejected wanting a lap upon which to recline.
Sorry girl but cornbread demands making
And potatoes need mashing and greens need attention to cook up just fine..
Maybe later or sometimes tomorrow upon my lap you can lie.
We will listen to music and watch the world go by..
Keeping it deep inside
lonely tears i have cried
wanting a touch
of you're tender hand
knowing you will be there
every night
when mine eyes close
aching for that moment
to call out you're name
you feel it too
Keeping it deep inside
a thousand teardops
i have cried
yearing needing knowing
you will be there.
Dawn Mclaughlin @Dawn2012.
There's a knock at the door so I'd best put the kettle on,
Whoever it is will be wanting a brew,
None of your foreign muck, Lapsang or Cinnamon.
Only the finest from Yorkshire will do.
Dreamy and Steamy it solves all your problems,
Whatever the question, the answer is tea.
Liquid refreshment prepared in an instant.
Nothing comes close to a good Rosy Lee.