Short Weave Poems
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What's forged with Sun and Diamond entwined?
Its shine to last the tests of Time
Of few and far or many or one
Never to wish this gift undone
Tearfully,
while begging for forgiveness,
she explains
to her boyfriend
how
in a moment of weakness
she made love to
her husband
The scars left behind are our pride.
Sometimes we need to be touched by madness.
To weave the words into meaning,
with the blades inflicting the wounds.
Stars light
the beckoning dawn
Shepherds sleep
the wolves have gone
Shadows weave
the morning wind
Eyes reopen
—deep within
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
spider weaves a Monet-inspired web
– prismatic garden of color
NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Beneath the Rainbow Poetry Contest sponsored by JCB Brul
telling myself the truth
until you ask me again
and my answer changes
without my heart questioning twice
all for to weave a smile on your face
to not break the hanging threads,
falling loosely onto my knees
not wanting to lose you
Undeniable this what I feel
Unexpectedly caught off guard
Once broken now I can heal
Just left my heart scarred
Time I took perhaps too long
Yet felt so good to just breathe
How in life could that be wrong
Allowing my own words to weave
some eyes cover rather than uncover
let my eyelids be your half-moon
you can pluck my eyelashes one by one
weave yourself a pair of forever caring wings
and i know with them you'll fly to him
matters of the unconditional moon
and what's to hurt soon
Tamer Hossam
Did you write that line
no i thought it was you
nope i was having a nap
What about you in the back
shook his head with some lack
Alright raise your hand
which of us wrote it
who took my turn
if none of us wrote it
how did it appear
is there something else in here
Watch dazzling sunrise emerge from its surreal cocoon,
Engage with cordial citizens who ooze spry radiant charm,
Applaud droll comic town brazen banter on zigzag pavement,
Vivid vermillion hydrant spewing mint cool water on,
Effervescent footslogger’s fiery life thirst seldom slaked
aura seeped'n seals
trained by breech
entrenched in smirk
leering limbs lurch
saucy smirk spank
face into trance
lusty lips weave
hoisted hankering hymns
rustling robust rhythm
jumpy jazz jolts
per punctured pores
sappy song sawn
admirer nursing gores
felon face prod.
'20:02:07:19:23
Returning from the pet store,
A bag of spiders in my hand.
To cast amid my woven webs,
Of choices I don't understand.
The problems I've created,
Turning left instead of right.
I'm hoping these arachnids,
Weave the answers to my plight.
With tireless precision,
Their efforts will now cocoon,
My wasteful indecision.
Enlightenment is coming soon!
Weaving honesty and dedication
the sun or the moon or the poet
die to gone.
Why to flood with tears
they will come soon, after the hush
they will come to glitter
there.
You can get nothing in cry
just believe that the end of the night
the end of the grief
thy.
The songs has being sung since long
the inspiration; one should pay
garlands. Genuflect to
lend.
Did you think, that I would not know?
The web you weave with your pernicious soul?
You spin and spin and then retreat.
Leaving the entanglement of your ludicrous deceit.
At first you don't suceed, you then try it again..
Doing whatever it takes to lure them back in.
Think about where you spin your luck.
A paramour, the black widow, may devour you up.
Long into the night
the Dreamweaver works,
spinning dream-threads
of golden silk
into etheric fantasies.
Archetype and metaphor
do a mind-meld
in REM’s
2/4 time;
conjured music
from Dreamweaver’s
harp.
Echoes of
past lifetimes are
revisited in
the Dreamtime;
swirling,
do-see-do
memories are,
identifiable to
spirits who share
the dreams.
I was man of my own,
Lived my own,
Did all what I wished;
But then,
She came in my life;
I broke into two,
Lived for me,
And lived for her too;
Closeness and caress,
Between us was like,
Two bodies and one soul;
Dedication surged emotions,
Splitting us into three;
We two as warps,
Cohered the seed for future,
Tight between us,
Wove fine tissue of family,
We two lived for one;
© Sadashivan nair
Yesterdays fine roots
lifted onto the loom
only when today lays beside them
the fine roots of tomorrow
does wisdom loosened
begin to weave its shape
Silent apologies linger
hardening around today
like ice at the waist
We owe our words
to a yesterday already gone
Baseless waves of blame
cast back into yesterday
rise again in a today
leaning toward tomorrow
today unresolved
returns as today
again and again
"Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive." Shakespeare
WEAVE
A web
Wind silk taunt
Sticky design hung
I'll oblige and walk in
Then try to get it off fast
"Another woven lie in which I'm trapped."
wind pronounced as in the line "I will wind a ball of yarn"
Written: April 25, 2023
Sponsor: Constance
Contest: Writing Challenge W Words
Form: Clarifying Pyramid