Weans Poems | Examples

Wilting flowers

Wilted flowers
Wilted flowers lie in empty fields
Days pass as flies scour,
Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten.
The sun flickers as each minute weans by
An empty shell of you left in bloody waters.
A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed.
The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar.
Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no longer able to be muzzled
A type of silent desire for chaos and destruction.
A desire for deforestation.
What started as weeds being plucked,
Turned to mowing down rose bushes.
Muddy boots left on waxed floors,
Destruction on the original wood grain that was once admired by generations.
Floors handcrafted from trees outside of what I wanted to call home.
Someplace silence was peace and peace was expected rather than craved.
Pruned roses left puddles of milkweed
Each droplet going sour the second it fell,
The bitter taste of cyanide leaked out of your pores into its water supply.
Empty plots. Pesticides. Ripped roots.

Winter Summers Breeze

summer hasn't 
been here in more than 60 days
winter weans its path

1/25/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©

A Glesga Setterday Nicht

“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot,
As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street.
Tae nae yin in particular.
Did he vent his anger.
Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed
Wan pin rooted tae the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted 
Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals.
Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether
Pittin the world tae rights.
But man the craik was brill that nicht
Whit a pity it ended in a fecht.
Nothing though like the fecht
He wid huv when at home.
His wifie stood livid at the door
Tears a dripping ontae the floor
Weans moaning and bawling
Nae dinner again old mans supping fu.
Setterday nicht in Glasga toon
Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon,

©Andrew P McIntyre 2015-05-28.

Glesca Weans

Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat
Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass
Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot,
Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure
Thrown oot by the families in the closes.
Fur a fitba a pile o rags weideh doon wi aw sorts o things
Or a tanner ba made tae test yer skills dribbling roon
Bricks, holes an buckets burnt through.
Some wi nae shin baries wis the thing 
An naething caught except wee beasties in the hair.
Holy jumpers an maukit breeks like a uniform 
Worn tae mark ye oot as livin in tenements raw.
Aye aww wis puir always skint fur buying scran
Except faither oan a Friday nicht at the boozers 
Getting fu wi his pals forgettin the weans,
Crying at hame an when he came in mither 
Wid aways get the blame .
Aye the weans o glesga wur a hardy breed,
All ways stervin an needin a feed,
That wisnae allus therr a feast wis a jeely piece.
When they grew an produced men o valour,
Or men o wealth an fauncy cars,
Ne,er forgot that they were a Glesga wean.

Meandering River

Meandering river, 
Just passing  us by,
Looking so blue,
While reflecting the sky.
Gently the flowing,
The trickle sounds small,
Louder the crashing,
Of the waterfall.
The sun on  it glistens,
As it weans it’s way,
Creating the background,
For this sunny day.
Stones to be skimmed,
Many times will it bounce?
Just for fun really,
No win to announce.
Meandering on,
On its journey to sea,
The beautiful river,
That’s always set free.
Sometimes there’s boats,
On the river To view,
But just passing by’s,
For the water to do.
Meandering river,
I stare and I sigh,
You’re fresh and relaxing,
Meandering by.
So if the worlds mad,
Nothing quite in its place,
Just sit by the river,
A smile on your face.
Just stare at the river,
While sat on its banks,
Meandering river,
Just want to say thanks!

Baby Blues

Baby blues bite
Worry weans write


Apt anxious angst
Bearing burst banks


Choice clusters chance
Daze dangles dance


Ends exploit etch
Feel frenzy fetch


Glimpse gloomy gaze
Hide heavy haze


Ire invokes ink
Jest jump starts jinx


Kind keeper knows
Live lavish low 


Meet mangled mix
Note nimble next


Odd old obvious
Plead poignant pierce


Query ***** quest
Reap rowdy rest


See stormy sight
Treat troubles tight


Use umpteen urge
Vet vibrant verge


Wise words work well
eXplore eXcel


Yield yonder yes
Zip zooming zest


Taste touchy times
Peer pressure primes




Leon Enriquez
26 March 2018
Singapore

Govan Lass Written In Glesga Slang

Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid

Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent

To skool a went like
A scaredey cat, didny know wit ti expect
2nd year it the high skool
Wiz a bit eh a pain in the neck

Home eckie wiz the class
A wanted it to be fun
Skool went well n a started wurk
Tull a wiz cooking a bun

Am a mammy eh 3 noo
Bit wit kin a say?
A replaced the telly
Nae mare tumbles in the hay

Ma weans are getting big fast
Aw gawn ti skool their self
But if a dont shake ma **** now
A might get left oan the shelf

I Know Love Well

Yes I know love, I know her well
For I'm a hunter who excels
Who knows his prey by sound and smell
And signs that tell, and signs that tell.

I've hunted love so long it seems
I'd know her even in my dreams
I've seen her victims she demeans
And those she weans, and those she weans.

My trophy mounts stare tauntingly
Their cold dead eyes laugh mockingly
"Yes, you got us but where is she?"
They laugh at me, they laugh at me.

I hear them now inside my head
They're daring me to push ahead
To have her fur spread o'er my bed
Her arms widespread, her arms widespread.

Yes I know love, that is you see
I've tracked her now relentlessly
But like the unicorn that flees
She runs from me, she runs from me.



                                      Timothy I. Brumley

Niche

Nurture deep dance that comes to be,
Observe the feel of words that come;
Work on fond chance that sets you free.
Note how time heals odd pains that sum,
Allow your tears to wash you clean;
Use sparkling joy to flood new grace,
Gain purges fear as goodness weans;
Hurl fine employ in happy face,
Touch ever more that hidden fill,
Yes dare to dream of wondrous things.
Nature floods core with special skill,
Imprint grand theme that moves and springs;
Choice follows poise as wonder grows,
Expect word choice to fund what shows.




Leon Enriquez
07 April 2016
Singapore

Crazy Cool

Surge swallows stress
Plunder proud press
Gripe glimpses guess


Feel foolish fuss
Bear blooming buzz
Pick pretty plus


Choice charms crafty
Poise pays plenty
Voice veils vainly


Veer vaulted vice
Shrewd sexy spice
Nymph naughty nice


Frenzy frames fool
Crazy comes cool
Plenty proofs pool


Lovely lines loom
Bright brilliance booms
Ripe rapture rooms


Crazy comes clean
Loud laughter leans
Wise wonder weans


Moist moments meet
Speak savvy street
Glamour grooms greet


Touch thrilling trade
Mind movements made
Grope grouchy grade


Live limpid laugh
Bring bumpy bluff
Sound simple stuff


Crazy cool comes
Set stuffy sums
Niche notions numb




Leon Enriquez
31 March 2016
Singapore

Flowing Stream

Life floats, a  hazy shadow;
Weans on a morning rainbow 
That glitters, nothing in store, 
But hopes that make the heart sore.
	Soon, the haze drifts asunder, 
	Leaving the one to ponder.

Often full of dreams, somber, 
Life crawls, a flagging ember.
Shortly, the curtain shall fall 
And shoves hopes into a pall.
	Set your eye on the sunset; 
	Begin the day, a starlet.

Soft gurgle of flowing stream, 
Our days roll by, a swift dream. 
Life anchored in God alone,
Brings eternity, full blown.
	So set your eyes on the Life;
	The days flow while peace is rife.


© 2016

Gods Own Painting

The sun waves goodbye to the world, its’ rays reflecting golden on the crests of wobbly sea waves
Birds are lazily taking an evening stroll on the horizon, the wind effortlessly gliding them through the air
The waves tic in a beautiful techno dance, sending sand particles to tickle my feet and water tongues to lick my toes
The scenery gradually weans me off the humdrum s of life. 

It is a breathtaking painting only one God can do.

The sky is adorned with silver clouds of different sizes and shapes, each highlighted by its own untold color.
The silhouette cast on trees as their shadows dance gracefully welcoming the stars which bathe the sky with a luscious glitter.
This view exudes such a scenic piece of art,  one only God could do. Just for me.

Cruel Ballet

An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene

With you at night, the same routine
Your heart within a glass display
A metaphor imbues my dream

Unaware the faux flame's scheme
A driven urge the moth replays
An open window frames a scene

With fettered will and pull extreme 
Your gravity of soul persuades
A metaphor imbues my dream

The glass I stroke as slumber weans 
In crushing heat I fall away  
An open window frames a scene
A metaphor imbues my dream

Conflict

Mindless the mission with visions unseen;
Open to wonder that transcends the pure;
Rest beyond tension the friction that weans;
Embrace the thunder that creates allure.
Time after time we hurl unsure wild complaints;
Reach within a whole that stumbles to show;
Urge ferments bold twirl in funny restrain;
Entice playful soul to dance swirling free flow.
Give zest sure blooming in growing grooming;
Rise to tact's venture that conspires within;
Invoke calm knowing in showing feeling;
Touch flavours texture as act puzzles win.
Bring your fond loving to lively motives;
Empower sure living with timely festive.


Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore


(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)

Life Sucks

Life sucks.
Plucks you from your mother's belly
Weans, silks your skin, 
Fondly toys with you 
and grows you.

Life sucks.
Slyly beguiles you 
To mate, create,
Spit out your genes.
In moments of sin or folly.

Life sucks.
Soon, too soon, it pounces.
And plays a while,
Scratches out your eyes,
Crumples your bones.

Life Sucks.
Finally tiring of you
Life licks out your soul 
With greedy slurps,
Smacks its lips, then burps!

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