Tense weaves under the light ceiling
Wind comes to sweep the vague emptiness
Short and thin trail
Silently weaving our thread
No one notices the shine
Almost invisible in the hand
Spinning the trail of fate
Dust turns into a song
We are of pure silk
Born from fatigue and tenderness
Breathing through the cracks
Where the light throws its parties
Thread by thread
Cold white
Sun touches the ends of the paper
Tangled sky falls
Light flight without a hat
Everything beautiful soon fades
No one notices the shine
Almost invisible in the hand
Thin trail of fate
Dust turns into a song
We are of pure silk
Born from fatigue and tenderness
Breathing through the cracks
Where the light throws its parties
Thread by thread
Cold white
Weightless
Without any trace
Silk that disappears
Changes its name
Forgets to be
We are of pure silk
Born from fatigue and tenderness
Breathing through the cracks
Where the light throws its parties
Thread by thread
Cold white
Knock, knock, let me in.
Tell your tale. Please begin.
My name is Barley Methedrine.
Oh no, Barley Methedrine, it's not.
Your name is Sorghum Apricot.
You put too much import in a name.
In the grand scheme, it's all the same.
Tell me what it is you do.
I'm chief superintendent of the zoo.
Oh no, you play drums, and study law,
and your name is Winston Panama.
True, but that was in my other life.
In this one, I play clarinet and fife,
and I must ask you to get into the sack.
A spiny anteater I lack.
That's the first thing you must do.
You'll be a fine specimen for my zoo.
Past tense spoke it was you because it knew
future tense will say surely you until
daylight disappears into the sunset,
where melodies of starlit angels flew
with every note of joy from Poet’s quill,
forever two in heaven’s own duet.
Present tense says we are in a struggle
to find that which makes the two of us trill
in harmonic peace with celestial view,
perhaps with freedom from mortal trouble,
but real life needs working through .
Air hangs heavy, still,
Words unspoken, sharp as knives,
Breath held, waiting now.
©bfa051725
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
foghorn in the night
daunting the road less traveled
white knuckle affair
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Our Relationship
our situation was extremely tense in the past
although in the present it is only slightly tense
why don’t we end our relationship
before it becomes too tense in the future
So much pressure weighs
on the shoulders
of the oldest child.
She tries to hold it
but can’t grip on
and it all falls apart.
The life she wields
No longer can deal
With all the pressure
Of a family of five.
"THEY"
A planet spins into another atmosphere.
Pricked by the gloomy voices of, they.
They drown all that is tranquil.
They smother one another.
They complicate moments of splendor.
They are always here, and they hate others.
I know sometimes I hear them.
They hear nothing.
They do not fear you.
They do not hear you.
They turn blasphemes into unholy truths.
Refuse to lend an ear.
Do not run.
They know the chase.
In a blur, I pray to be safe from they.
I am too far for them to love me.
Too quiet for them to hush my mouth.
They will one day burn the world.
“passed future tense”
fun
erals
are no
longer fun
the only one
i’m going
to go
to
will be
my own
The absence was glaring
like an elephant,
monstrous,illusive,
membranous, diaphanous,
obvious to everyone
in the room, complicit in joint deception.
The unwritten absence, never
resolved, never truly dealt with,
hung like a pall of smoke
you could see, smell and taste,
but not hear nor feel.
For no one wanted to mention it,
nor to transact
the fleeting memories into
the currency of present tense.
The absence was obvious,
but was locked away in the past,
for sense resolution
in future tense.
Tense
I am in tense
But this is my statment of sentence
Sentence observed my senses
Statment is tense
Tense my life with love vs morality
Is my statment of sentence.
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Many are the present tense;
Mostly humbly passive glance;
Morbid finds casual stance;
Mainly passing visions glance;
6/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023?
worshipful master’s fez kept slipping off his head.
he was irritated and blamed the trumpet flower.
tittering faeries kept him irritated, this honored Ted.
Ted sat in their bouquet, annoyed by their power.
they had him all confused and curiously tense.
with their girly charms and their faerie ways.
he sat among their giggling in masculine suspense.
wondering what they had in mind for him these days.
smiling smirking faeries are first fun, but they sometimes turn.
his grandpa found out when his heart was captured by one.
gramps lives a life of toil and work, driven hard by his wife Fern.
a faerie who keeps him busy while she flies off and has the fun.
I
Good day, good year, it's all NOW; there is truly only now, not three tenses.
II
Yesterday was experienced as toDAY, tomorrows only come to us each day, as ToDay.
III
Tomorrow is a Lie humans conjure; only today is experienced by you and me (not First Cause).
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.