Sort Out Poems - Poems about Sort Out

A sort of disappearing act

I can make the world dissappear 
in this moment all that I am is lost ,dissolving into the sunset
I smile as dusk comes to run her cool fingers through my hair

A Sort of Spring

This warm breeze a gentle reprieve
From the harsh cold of winter
A day in the sun lounging thawing my body against the heated rocks
This is the comfort of your embrace 
A sweet lie in the middle of a bitter truth
I can touch the sun as it blooms
Pushing through the frozen earth 
My heart opens
A thousand yellow

Ill sort yours you sort mine

Like a ghost ship idly mooring
Cleaning your own mess is totally boring
Sorting other people’s stuff is fun however
Why don’t we switch houses in cold weather?

I’ll sort yours and, you sort mine.
We might both have a really fun sorting time.
How difficult could this trade of services be?
I just have to find someone as messy as me.

Justice of a Sort

   When life underpaid Max

     ~ he started taking kickbacks

Tight Bra Bringing and Started Springing Horn Haiku Sort Of

Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much

New Sort of Wave

A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch.
B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight.
C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun.
D - esigns creating a new look ashore.
E - diting newly fallen sands.
F - ace swells and thins between surges.
G - entle washing refreshens a former facial look.
H -

I'm The Lord-Of Sort-Of

I’m the Lord-of
Kind-of Sort-of
Can’t make up my mind

No yes nor no
Just maybe baby
Give me some more time

I’m not ready
To go steady
Can’t we stick to dating

Don’t you worry
There’s no hurry
Nothing wrong with waiting	

As the Lord-of
Kind-of Sort-of
I will not court a bride

Til’ came the Queen
Of In-Between
Who also can’t decide

We’re both unclear
Which way to steer
And should we say,

A Repose Of Sort

Through the edging of the night
he was there 
steadfast and strong
teetering at the tip of her thought
a yearning to be
allowed 
to become undone
through the hallowed 
the wanting
the waning
until the rise of a new lit sun
for night was her day
and he held her young
through it all
ancient echoes still sung

Do Not Underestimate the Skill To Sort

If you want clarity of thought,
Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought.

If you want to increase your chances of becoming rich,
Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought.

If you want a tidy house,
Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought.

If you want to move up the ladder at

A Bio of Sort

A Bio of sort
I sometimes remember things I didn’t know I knew
it comes to me like a clear vision in black and white 
I like seeing movies in two colours, say, Casablanca
as I like the contrasts between white and black.
When a child, sweets were rationed, and we had tokens
we handed it into the sweet shop,

Another Sort of Pain

I try to keep my brain alert
By writing poetry.
I am still trying to think,
But my mind is deserting me.

My mind is in a muddle,
As is my pitiful brain
It is a constant struggle
Am I going insane?

Or have I already gone
And I don't know it yet.
Will my mind recover?
Or is this as good as it gets?

I am

The Best Sort of Wonder

The best sort of wonder
Stares blankly, not just at
Rain, and its pooled splat;
As informs mesmeric
On how each act projects
Its ripple effects.

Totality

weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who

A New Sort of Art

Those who wish to live long aimlessly
try to take advantage of life shamelessly

A Fine Sort of Day

Suffice it to say
Today is a fine sort of day
Unless you are out
In the field pitching hay!

THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 20, 2021
submitted to "Bite Size No. 14" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier

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