Short Webbed Poems

waterfowl party
ducks quacking to swimming acts~
a webbed conference...

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Obsolete spiders 
Throw tantrums when webbed  freedom 
Beckens it's soldiers 

Erow....

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Windswept surge begins
Atmospheric, webbed wings fly
Cave empty 'till dawn....

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I am born,
Borne unto death.

Spewed forth on a wave, 
Webbed feet touch a holy hand.

A postulant … 

31 March 1983...

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mocking
innocence
black widow
hung in her web
teasing paassersby
so curious
that curiosity
became
a webbed experience...

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Little Duckies 


Quack quack quack  duckling’s 
Webbed feet paddle to mommy 
Single file, hungry 


Marckincia Jean
Senryu
10/01/19...

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Consciousness pulsating through a webbed highway
Rhythmically expanding , embracing infinity
Returning home like the silken petals of the morning glory....

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I have webbed feet 
And everyone knows
Flip flops don’t fit
When you have no toes
I can dance, I can jump
I can run, I can sprint
I can even leave my own web print!...

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Darwin's finches.
Galapagos turtles kiss,
Snuggle together under the sun.
Webbed feet to swim
Our friend LeMarck was wrong
We can never get what we need 
When we need it....

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When ever I venture out my back door, there's way more ducks then the time before. I'm beginning to feel like a celebrity with my new webbed family. These quacking friends, my paparatzzi are always patiently waiting for me....

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Morning Jewels

Morning jewels, webbed display
Glistened dewdrops gently sway
Sunrise gems this perfect day


2/21/17
Written for: Triad in 7 Beats Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud...

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a light 
shattered 
in colour of the old paper 

sailing across the sky 

an ark
webbed 
by moonlight tread 

setting free its sails 

a dream 
painted 
on the child's face

waking up with its song 

a light
shattered 
in colour of the old paper......

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My hands are webbed- I can not grasp. 

All I can do is feel the clawing rasp. 

Of laughter in my veins. 

That causes rippling pains. 

I am appalled, I am taunted. 

By loving words that are haunted. 

I am sorry for my fear.

As I wait for sleep to take my last tear. 

10/6/2021...

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muse-demons chant

a heart a lust a thought

Angels throw thrilling light

blinding all eyes

sin stalks grains of life

mixing sun dust forest sea

hate and love burn one face

tears fall to try

to grace the gown’d crone


in her webbed rocking chair

as bread turns to stone…...

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The city spreads its streets like long
Tentacles that stretch and twine,
As looming Evil weaves a webbed design
Around the bustling, London throng.

But North of Marble Arch is bleak
Praed Street, where the shadows gloom,
And Solar Pons sits musing in his room
Of criminals he’ll subtly seek....

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Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations. 

Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings 
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky, distant
as the webbed
membranes
of memories....

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If i were to choose,
my life or your love,
irrefutably, your love,
if love fades, life blues!

Webbed in my poetry,
love and ink- run veins,
heart caged, all in chains,
precious, far from jewelry!

Galloping horse, hot sand,
groomed my fur, my oasis,
your love, healed my crisis,
Oh, true love, in you, i found!...

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Joseph Stalin had webbed toes
On his left foot or so it goes
He was embarrassed by this so bad
When a doctor examined him, he was sad
Covering his whole body with a blanket
So he wouldn’t have to face the fact of it
In those days it was a sign of the devil
This fact seemed a self-fulfilling prophecy ill.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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The darkened stair
The footsteps coming down
The hunger there
The dove sang and then flown

The sudden kiss
Of constant memory
The sweetly missed
The sad, sad history

Avia, I
See not why men should praise
The hope to die
And leave desolate days

Where the living
Webbed, a blind butterfly
Jn suffering
Can only wait, and think and cry....

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Cold-blooded reptiles with
Conical teeth, scales, and
Clawed webbed toes, these cunning
Carnivorous creatures 
Capture prey with ease. They
Can kill with strong jaws. Take
Care wading through a swamp!

March 18, 2022 for Joseph May's In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
42 Total number of syllables as checked by Howmanysllables.com...

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Webbed lip toadies,
their tongues do  do stink of lies
As they leapfrog from excrement places
that do  do attract flies

Brown tongue toadies,
their sticky web of dysentery deceit
stinks of foul breath duplicity

For they do  do double dip in 
toilet ponds of diaphragm dishonesty

Croak manure truth be 100-proof landfill speech...

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"the spell of you"

the spell of you is what you show
the spell of you is for me to know
to have and hold all day through

webbed within your love I hear and see 
webbed within your love I'm always me
free to reveal my heart and soul

whispers sound angelic tunes
glances shine bright moons
such is the spell of you

SkyWatcher
11-02-21...

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Blood in my eyes,
but to hurt to ever cry,
rainy days come and go,

Webbed eyes cannot see truth
but you never pass by.



You ask for truth and love,
but the answer hides
behind your eyes.


you want my heart merged 
with yours,
you want our bodies entwined
as one,
you want me to join your
love of lies,


But I see straight through you,
with my webbed eyes....

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Gussied up Frog Lady is proper but not prim.
Her grotesque legs are thick and spotted, not thin.
She wears pantaloons with lace of cotton white.
Her stretched out undershirt is way too tight.

Frog Lady tries to put her pinkie up to drink.
Her fingers are webbed, and nothing is pink.
We can tell she is trying to be better than us.
She is an arrogant woman, says Mrs. McGus....

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And I love you so,
caught in a silver bow
in my cobwebbed mind

Searching for a way out,
spider webs of doubt
tie me painfully but kind…

Moonlight blazes
in your cold lovely gazes,
eyeing me with arachnid intent

Silence shatters
as a mild wind scatters
the shells of my body into the night

And I love you still,
not allowing to spill
my soul as we've joined into me...

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