Short Wreathe Poems

Pep Guardiola
they will wreathe a garland of Catalan cut gladiola
for that pretentious Olympian brow
but that horrid tie and collar - that's just not Arsenal somehow....

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Enveloped in humane rage,
she was a torturous sage,
pierced his wounded spirit,
she went forth to tear it,
forbidding it for him to breathe
she summoned dark to wreathe...

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Goodbye O gravid existence.
To my new way I faintly ramble.
Remember my fate upon the 
scrolls of loss.
Her tears by me were made 
amble.
Should this suffice,
My words fibred and set aglow,
Wreathe me in ice.
And upon me, I bid you; row...

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Rushing rhymes with ahs and ers
adjust near rhymes on the first and third 
spelling errors which mass occur 
Murder grammar 
Massacre 

Screw it nailed it 
Insecurities 
Fail threw fell quick 
Is no more one piece 

Hearing death 
The heavy breathe 
Here but left 
Wait sits wreathe...

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A Garland 


With love, twine your days

filled with good deeds every year;

weave them as you go.

Over, under...in and out,

wreathe your garland...full of life.


Sandra M. Haight


~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement
Sponsor: by Dear Heart
Judged: 05/29/2019
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A dictum that no mortal may impeach:
abundance is the concubine of dearth.
You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe 
around us: you’ve enabled us to reach 
beyond our matter-patrimony, earth: 
your gift to humankind is to bequeath 
ability to master thought and speech, 
and know that death is but another birth.
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It's blisteringly faithfully rot,

it's intangible as it's deserving of all,

so many signs,
and signatures to boot...


The wreathe in the sky,

the tree rotation eye,

end of all eagerness,

dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..

The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,

and an evening star,
 
and a really far far......

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Autumn Haiku

for your eyes only
as leaves fall upon teardrops
nature in meltdown

The Last Act

Leaf of life mutates
to waltz within winds of change
woodland stage awaits

Autumn's Way

nature's erosion
wreathe of gold yellow and red
death for to give life

© Harry J Horsman 2015



for Skats contest
all poems inspired by the 10 images supplied....

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We’re destined to love and fated to seethe.
But our stars don’t align
Were you somebody who just meant to leave?
If walking away was the correct choice to find a delight
Was I ever part of your everyday thinking?
If not, I should’ve kept things right
I miss your morning kisses running on my cheeks
I miss our evening catfights…
This time, I just sigh and wreathe.
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O hear, O daughter
Spirit born not of earth and water
Stretch yourself toward His Light
Pardon yourself as He has done
Endure your mini battles under the Sun
For the major battle He has already won
You carry the Torch~ He healed the Breach
You wear the Laurel Wreathe~A Grace-Gift, indeed
Outstretch your Faith to Him as far as you can reach !


Copyright McCuen 2009...

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Tie him down,
Cement his shoes,
We must ensure his promises,
Are never followed through,
For he wages war,
On our house so flammable,
So we'll wreathe his noose,
With his actions so damnable,
Prepare him to march,
The people must witness,
The shame of a traitor,
And the price of resistance,
Pull the lever,
Before he inspires hope,
So that the masses won't save him,
By holding fast the rope....

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The black ravens’ peer deep into the darkness; 

Bracing upon cold marble and granite stone, 

Beneath the ghostly moon's shadows in starkness. 

Gray as gray, the ravens’ mock upon its groan 

Absence of light and nostalgic clandestine. 

Bleak night and nothing more wreathe the granite shrine.


9/28/2019

Photo #2
Poetry Contest: Make IT Six 
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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For the luscious pure air, I breathe,
My life story hang round a wreathe.
Bed so soft to curl up and sleep,
Fragments of my life within, deep.
 
A gift of family outspread,
Closeness of love and joy so led.
Even tearful moments of grief,
Of loved ones, yet though time was brief.

My children were and still a lull
Feeling, my life never stayed dull.
Life I'm living I am thankful,
Not in my words are unthankful.
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