Short Well Lit Poems
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Well lit light in dark old sky
Hue of gold on tree top high
Climb up high and caught him right
No moon this day no need cry.
Hell is well lit and lively
heaven is dim and boring
but desire for brightness
extinguishes much appetite
for the disguised heaven
All men and women to get wings like birds,
Below their armpits,
But they feared,
Tiring fly,
The hot sky,
They preferred,
To sit, be in cool and well lit,
They then got aero planes with wings to fly!
Whenever they travelled in front
The Ark Of Covenant did confront
The kept it well lit
And that was just fit
Only some to God could talk'd affront.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September, 8, 2014
I would name her Power Wee Woman for that is what she will be.
Well-lit with enthusiasm for whatever passion she will pursue.
Nodding her head in approval or disapproval, a magic whee.
Then again, you might let allow her to nickname fully choose.
Arabic/Andalusian
I sit on my veranda
the breeze is as soft as a child's
good night kiss
the town is well-lit
but moonlight is better
I think of Andalusian
Arabic poems
I tried to translate
but failed
how is it possible
to catch
the ephemeral?
fantastical winter scene
murky azure sky
not at all ominous
adults in sleigh unaware
well-lit clock tower
snow covered roofs
blissful stars
child in sleigh misses nothing
mystical feelings
cosmos is in alignment
santa and his reindeer glide into night shadows
adults in sleigh unaware
There are some pumpkins
Some well-lit Jack-O-Lanterns
That guard the front gate
Of the dark haunted mansion
Where ghosts and spirits fly free
The air permeates
With an aura of evil
When a mist arrives
Carries through the blackest night
Just the pumpkins give off light
Russell Sivey
“Waiting for the Sun”
when the black hole
turned inside out
the Sun which
those hidden wait for
rolls in like like a
well-lit bowling ball
incinerates all before
that came undone
the heart beats
a revolution in time
with a legion’s drums
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I'm a little pumpkin,
Perfect for your needs;
Open up my rounded top,
Remove those tiny seeds
Use your crafty wits,
To carve my gaping eyes;
Create in me a daunting smile,
Much to one's surprise
Place a well-lit candle,
Inside my hollow head;
I'm now a wicked Jack-o'-lantern,
My face will scare you dead!
Wild hair, wild personality, wild dress
We are served tea with persimmon watercress
She flaunts her uniqueness in our face
Not in a bad way, but rather with stunning grace
We adore her, she is the best neighbor by far
I feel she arrived her from a well -lit star.
She has brought beauty to the neighborhood for sure.
Wild enough, but her heart is kind and pure.
each room bright
well lit I find
myself switching off
a light that’s not on
it’s off it’s bright
feast to the sight
walls are textured white
the moon looms
when the brightness dims
on shadowed limbs
outside-in and inside-out
and upside-down the lids
close and darkness hearkens
dreams and nightmares
and in betweens
til morning sits up
in its time and frolics
in my stead
Don't hide behind the shadows
Come out into the light
It really does matter
When you put up a good fight
Don't climb the mountain
Just to jump off the edge
Drowning falling in the fountain
Death to those soldiers who fled
For I am a well lit soldier
Swimming in this murky watered world
Under kept but yet sure
I'm a sailor for the Lord
10/08/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Tough enough to not look for a fight,
no choice but to watch as it rages;
A candle burns on a starless night;
Hit only if someone engages,
attention is never what mattered;
They stay away from well lit stages;
Lingering on the brink of captured
by the snakes in the orchestra pits;
General admission is favored;
That dazzling shadow of the misfits,
cannot be copied by counterfeits.
In a well lit room, where the artifacts lay
There are pieces of art strewn across the floor
The lovely works of art are here on display
The people that come and see them all want more
There are statues, vases, sculptures, and paintings
These that bring awe to many who are seeing
Wanting to see art from many parts of Earth
These pieces are special showing their great worth
Russell Sivey
Skull and crossbones bag
Filled with delicious candy
Sitting on the porch
Where orange wreath lies on door
Looks inviting to the young
Decorations sit
Abounding the well-lit porch
Carved smiling pumpkins
And spider webbing around
And small orange lights on fence
Not very scary
As young children run about
Simply beautiful
This concoction of delight
Bringing around a mild fright
Russell Sivey
Explain to my heart the reason
You ripped it out and stomped on it
It gave you a comfy bed, in a room, well-lit
Explain to my heart the reason
you vacated; your home, season after season
Do tell; what great injustice did it commit?
Explain to my heart the reason
You ripped it out and stomped on it
*not a true write*
Date written: 12/10/2019
The road I follow is sometimes hard to find.
It seems well lit, but I feel so blind.
The devil tries to seduce me with things full of sin.
It is ever so hard not to allow temptation to win.
Even my family and friends seem distant and cold.
Leaving me feeling that for 30 pieces of silver, I was sold.
Despite the hardships that have happened now and in the past.
I know that I can endure it all, when I pray and fast.
CLOSE OF THE DAY
Another evening void
Of friends or lovers
Ending in the well lit
Road silent down
To the gut bridge
No cats no traffic
Tarmac surface curving
Down and right
Lots of space without movement
Windows unlit doors unopen
Belisha beacon invites
Its call unanswered
Beer can empty
Rolls in the breeze
Rattles down to the bridge
Waiting to be crushed flat
Under a tyre to end
Its random wandering
24 October 2019
Some things just fit right
Like you and me tonight
Laughter reflected, kisses returned
Nothing deflected, nothing burned
No false walls or odd criteria
Just sweet calls with love's deleria
The way you fit in my arms when we hug
I am well lit by your charms when we're snug
As different as we are from each other
Our sentiment is so far from another
Our race, place and class give no pass
Make haste, race, and dash just to ask
How happy can I make you?
There I will ever take you