Short Whimpers Poems
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Killing reality,
I'm living in tragedy,
Whimpers of cries,
Catches my eyes,
Fog up my vision,
I had made my decision.
Form:
I could focus
on that fact
sick as dog
wet whimpers
or
I could focus
on that fact
happy as lark
sweet song
Singing ethereal
The
whimpers
of childhood-
echo in the
mind,
remembered,seen
as yesterday pictures
without perspective,through a lens
close-up.
I’m a bird in a cage, but the cage is my head,
On a walk in the park, but I’m running instead,
The bookshelf is haunted, my reflection is too,
Squeaks and whimpers out in the blue
Astronauts stranded,
at the International Space Station
heard strange noises recently
emitted from the diabled
Boeing Starlink capsule:
"I'm sorry, Dave."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
She whimpers and whirs
She banters and she b****es
Tired of my abuse
She’s exacting her revenge
This may be my last message…
Look! She just censored my second line!
This is total b*****s, PC!! What the h...
Brave graciously smiles
in sorrow and happiness -
where coward whimpers.
Honorable Mention in STRAND CHOICE B,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I was induced,
At your feet
Hooded look in those hues,
In this slow risqué beat.
Flickering lights,
Fills your low whimpers of discontent
Most are still up for drinks,
While we share an odd taste of lament...
Puppy - A Tanka Poem
So love my puppy
He's whimpers and impatient.
With a funny tongue
And 4 ornamental paws
When he barks I feel happy
7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
A simpleton mewls.
Streams of martyrdom
sate white porcelain.
Sins and suffering
hover like pumice.
Pruned fingertips
scratch metallic
drain passages
seeking escape.
Dread subsides
as bubbles
vanish and
whimpers
simply
laugh.
Guarded virgin
Thorny rose
A special secret no one knows
Budding beauty
Purest white
Such desires you ignite
Careless whisper
Moonlit fling
Angels cry as demons sing
Muffled whimpers
Silent screams
Cruel, yet passionate, carnal dreams
Smothering heat -
desert sand and sky.
Beckoning of deceit -
as breath quickens, rage dies.
Screams are whimpers of
scorched soul's defeat.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Nette Onclaud's Poem of Compression Contest,
10/1/13
I cry.
I sob.
I whimper.
But in your arms,
I cry less.
I sob less.
My whimpers die down.
I sniffle, looking up at you.
That sweet smile, that fills me with love.
You tell me, “It’s ok, I’m here”.
Then I cry again,
because I know
that I cannot be in your arms
any longer.
Trembling Hands,
Quivering Lips,
Glossy Eyes,
Mind In A Mess,
Shallow Breathe,
Somewhere Under The Duvets,
Somewhere Away From Bless,
Oh God Is That Your Curse,
Deeply Wishing Death,
Mouth Letting out Whimpers,
Body All Over Shakes,
Numbness Finally Takes Place,
It All Become A Hazy.
Form:
Wait
until
twilight fades.
We’ll rendezvous
under the flickering magical moon.
Lead me afoot, pathless woods where you choose,
Lay me gently
on earth’s cool
soft berth
Lace
our
fingers,
and whisper
sweet love poems
and slowly yield to deep rapture whimpers
7/19/2016
Man’s best friend passes loyalty test
Also best friend of girl in tan dress
A warm wet nose black eyes confess
He follows where she goes nevertheless
When she cries he whimpers too
Her laughs and sighs inspire him to
Waiting by the door when she is in school
Puppy love amour is a girl and her pooch
begging for a glimpse
of other than your bold eyes
the hidden heat of your smile
fortune will uncloak
what simple words can not achieve
for one fairer than the sky
uncovered tresses
dance upon the blushing air
kiss my face my cheek, my eyes
drape less bosoms rise
with fragrant breath and whimpers
the gift given lovers lie
Memory like thirst
Every urge a first
How I remember thinking
wet sin
Red silk pink ribbon
You manage a word
Yes .
Embraced first kiss
Outlandish desire
Pulling harder
Whimpers first
Kiss turns worst
Now there
Sweet
Drips pouring down sheets
I came to watch
As ideas from thoughts
Turn hands low
Shh.. I know
A weapon of hope, she
stands in the breach,
firing her deadly
cannons of calamity
toward the darkness.
Screams pierce the
inky void, rising to
crescendos before
subsiding to whimpers
and finally, silence.
Still the weapon of hope,
she rises, once again
firing her deadly cannons
while behind her they live
free while she stands.
Whimpers to pleasant cry
Made all the sorrows fly,
Moved out from the dark womb
To build emotion bomb,
Boundless of love sprouted
Gift of great love rooted,
Pain of love turned merry
Mom glanced the child fairy.
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I become what I see,
a flame on a wick,
expanses of infinity,
whimpers of a baby's cry,
resounding drums of totality.
I am nothing, and I am all,
often lost in the dark between.
So come on mantra,
let's go on the ride!
Splash me on the surface!
Dive me deep inside!
From outward totality
to inward infinity;
REMIND ME OF WHAT I AM!
Calabash cracks
On the frond chair
Splinters
Black sash, then sparks
Tooth, bone and hair
Whispers
Patter-patter
Footfalls on stone
Midnight
Blood-moon and fog
Shadows haunting
Mist-white
White dress, bare feet
Root, foot… slipped
Whimpers
Neck and wrist slit
Wine of soul, spilled
Sputters
Dawn and duskblade
Spell rites fulfilled
Hunters.
The house, it is quiet this cold winter morning
The heat, set real low, to about sixty eight
The dog, she whimpers, needing to go out
And I, readying for work, cannot show up late
The kids, looking cozy and warm in their beds
The wife, in warm repose this cold early morn
The house, seems to be alive within its quiet
As I, off to work, leave from the bosom of home
In the corner she whimpers
So softly she cries some tears
Tenderly a dove does come
Sending her pure grace
Through darkness she completed
Made it through a harsh mission
Suffered pain so all may love
From a dove she saw
She gave everything she had
She poured love to all creatures
She released the dove at last
So she might find death
Russell Sivey
Poverty drags me through the dust as a willing participant
Money flows through my fingers like water
I dig out slowly from the holes I have created
The rope swinging seductively
The silence of all my ghosts are deafening
That little voice of reason whimpers in the dark
All my doors are closed as I slam them with defiance
And the hungry winds swirl around me once more