Short Withdrawing Poems
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weary walls whisper willfully while withdrawing
Sponsor’s Name: Nette Onclaud
Contest Title: Monoklitteration Poetry Contest
Date of Poem: May 31, 2025
Withdrawing from the Rat Race,
my fortune reappeared
The fog now gone, all clouds pulled back
—direction free and clear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
We perish
from all those around
fleeing
disguising ourselves
disappearing
hiding beneath facades
dematerializing
withdrawing within oneself
while others
continue reaching out
sunlight
warm, brilliant
beaming, nourishing, inviting
summer, life, winter, death
creeping, withdrawing, intimidating
cold, blind
darkness
TLH © 06-12-2012
I walk alone
Far from life and home
Searching to find my way
Through a world polluted by grey
Not knowing where I began
Withdrawing to find who I am
Lost somewhere deep down
My place is yet unfound
boldly rushing and retreating,
plodding in and withdrawing,
unsure making up its mind,
pushing and then hesitating;
in the end nothing remains
of its brief, sorry existence,
but for the noise it created
with no difference made.
Coffins cheaper by the dozens
The French
Are withdrawing a thousand troops
From Afghanistan
Before the end of the year
But only if they are not killed
Too many coffins
Don’t look good
On the French president’s desk
People can count
The French are withdrawing a thousand troops
From Afghanistan
Before the end of the year
But only if they are not killed
Too many coffins
Don’t look good
On the French president’s desk
People can count
Especially the dead
Dumped on foreign ground
Without a body bag
Form:
Chilly atmosphere has made me rigid
No longer flexable or able to bend
Teflon heart
Longed for heartfelt whisphers
But got concrete and steel
Built a fortress around my tears
No one can penetrate this broken shell
Withdrawing into solitude
Residing in my own private hell.
Though, in the mirror, you see a scar,
We see the light form your inner star.
Your vision of you, like ours, full of shame,
A heavy shade with no need to remain.
As you stand alone we stand around you.
Our arms are yours, they protect and surround you
To assist in withdrawing the shade
With shrug of shoulders, roll of eyes in head
We accept our failure and resign.
Reluctance and revenge agenda
Hidden behind a cheesy grin smile
Made while stepping back, withdrawing out of range.
Disconnected, disengaged with bitter grimace, unseen
We wave goodbye with a sigh, nigh silent within.
The sublime elixirous fragrance
Rose exuding it's sublime essence
Teleported to nirvana, presence
Jarred by piercing pain of a thorn
Withdrawing not, holding opposites
Frozen in time, in the palm of our hand
The pain too transmuted as bliss
Dissolving all inherent contradictions
03-November-2022
And because love passed quickly,
I like less and less
of everything that reminds me of us.
I'm withdrawing,
away from the noises,
of rumors and pain.
now is that time
where I can't stand anything.
I just want that table over there in the corner,
a glass of water
and the least of the world, please!
Late afternoon and the day
is withdrawing into a chill.
So much more now
lays abandoned
in sad pools of absence.
Overhead,
a tattered spiders web sags
under the weighted
remains of the dead.
Today marks the start
of autumn for another year
and already
a growing emptiness
is being backfilled
with fear.
Exacerbated with thought
by the subtraction of calculation
a frustrating calibration
Tongues twisting and turning
Computing images of relations
extracting time and patience
withdrawing from allegations
telemarketing frustrations
With calls of aggravation
Irritating the mind,
Hanging Up
" a light tongue twister lol"
A forest path does wind,
All shrubs with love entwined
Atop trees, monkeys live,
Another deathly strive
Abhorrent humans lie,
And trees, grass, shrubs will sigh
As oxygen will die
Unfortunately misread the rules for this contest, so I am withdrawing
Entering contest
The " Pleiades 3 poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
2020/10/25
Worn strung out shoelaces;
Hostile human remains;
With ceramic faces;
I'm withdrawing;
Beaten up by the law;
Where is your God;
Help us all;
Replace my shoes;
With the wing around my neck;
Gives me purpose;
He's tested the sweat of my feet;
He says I'm a sinner forgiven;
Mercy's Grace has risen;
8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Honor the Purple Triangles,
Who put their souls on the line.
Courageous unwavering ordinary folk,
Infused with spiritual power.
Standing up in face of evil,
Against impossible odds.
Enduring unmentionable atrocities,
Upholding what is right.
United and bonded in peace and love,
withdrawing from man’s war.
The Purple Triangles: CONQUERORS,
We follow you in awe.
Wake up! snow’s a thawing
Robin’s eager, getting dressed
Wake up! wind’s withdrawing
You’ve now had your winter’s rest
Bless us as you flourish
In your colors, every hue
Bless us as you nourish
And you blossom into view
Sweet bloomer, by my pardon
Wake up! you sleepy head
Come now and grace my garden
And do make my flower bed
Sinking through wispy clouds
On wings of amethyst
I design the sky
Refracting light to royal poise
Essence of purple blankets the sky
I take perch in a crystal prism
Resting on the end of the spectrum
Eminent land
No salacious rumors to be discerned
Void of transgressions
Here, I shall make stead
Periodically withdrawing to illuminate mortal sky
My grandeur, I shall share to all
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.
Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.
Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.
No one had foreseen this.
Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
NOT QUITE MORNING
Early tide not quite
Out, slowly withdrawing
Just enough water to slop around
Jellyfish and mud ripples.
Too deep to walk. Shoes
Uncertainly gripping a shallow sand bar.
A watery beach can ooze
Loneliness : grey sky not quite filled with
Wetness.
Windless, moveless clouds, flat horizon,
Unclearly drawn dawn.
....................................................
I am lost without cause to hold,
Down came the shutters;
All I see
Your face
Behind windows, streets apart,
In other dimensions.
I reach out to touch you again,
Failing bitterly, withdrawing;
Your back is turned
Your back
Seen this before, to others
In final closure.
I am left alone with my gridlock,
No care from you;
And I ask
A question
For which there is no answer:
What am I to do?
Canvas
Paint
Words.
Canvas
Paint
More words.
Like paint
Like Picasso's Work
On canvas
Is the art work of words
Painted
By the poet's
Words.
Pretty pictures
Pretty words flowing from the vains
Like drawing blood
Withdrawing suddenly those words.
Breathing words extracting
Words
From the very soul
Words.
Pretty painted pictures
Withdrawn
Words.
April 2004
(C)2004 K.C.Colt
COPLA VEINTIDOS: This Bad Guy World
Can withdrawing into yourself
Keep the Bad Guy evil away
Wishful thinking
Easy to think thinking’s the Self
Stop thinking: self’s in disarray
Think not living
Bad Guy’s role begs to make you think
He’s the projection of your self
Splits up your thought
He’d as lief not make you re-think
If he could live his life himself
Good Guy well caught
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014