Whitens Poems | Examples

runny eggs

letters never rhyme with words,
like the moon's distant from the sun,
hissing are the bats so unheard
and pleading is no-one.
Forests burn by the mornings
and.....painted are the reds,
skulls since Racism
of hating the Indians
or the Mexicans.
Or the Latinos,
Or the blacks,
He's worse than sins
banked chips in casino
over the dearth of a river's banks.


Street-lights flickering
Until Dawn whitens.
Pebble beaches hurt the feet.
Propaganda's sunken
to ease the pain of our toes
An edge of stones we knew,
and how the searches glow
Cold are the ifs and the hows
And Barista coffee of mornings
seize a moment and lose the speech,
I stopped believing since the last chill
of an unknown of a dying will,
and now moving in the Russians....
Vodka with ice-blocks orange

I once had love,
in my child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny,
walked before the dummy...
Quake from the above
English 18th century

I once had love,
in a child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny, 
bulldog scummy
I'm flying boxing gloves
as the day's now sunny.......

You can't haphazardly
destroy what is already
not fractured but broken.

The Halfway Glass

A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder
than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background 
elevating alarm clock music in the caws
uncredited and angrily growing louder.

A walkway narrows between the vendor
and a building. I teeter between both
as I pass by her grill
parked beside the vape shop. A blistering warmth

whitens piled pink hotdogs and tickles my ribcage.

A parakeet on her shoulder
is flaking off the sun and feathering the moon.

Steamy sundowns moisten her saucer eyes.
One dog pops sausage through its skin. She fans
the minty menthol. I pay the price
for squinting. I've dropped my glasses. Splitting

off-key shattered glass,
the containment of what used to be
bits of me shows up digits-bloodied.
Long after the initial sweep up,
little jagged cuts still happen.

A FIVE LINER Verse

a light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits

Red Maple

Red Maple

Water seeking roots,
Leaf margin-toothed,
What is hunger

To one always hungry?
Sated by superiority, dead
wood cut by a neck

So pruned of stubble, so
Neonatal it disappears when
Turned sideways. Flat red

Coat stitched with peduncles
Of beaded ivory ripples in a
Wind that whitens the underbelly.

The roar of hunger
Sounds off. Its echoes
The deepest scarlet.

A Married Spend Thrift Readjusts

A  Graham used to wealth lavish
And to easy fun The slavish:
In the two had not seen blemish
"Let those who wish it be squeamish!"

Now, it is Graham's white wedding;
He knows where the thing is heading:
Skin to Excesses just deaden
Or wife's face might, sometimes, redden...

"Means I'll have to my belt tighten;
That way all my problems lighten:
What man does, his future brightens
And the blackest of scenes whitens!"

A married spendthrift readjusts
Or faces dragging in the dusts...

Human Kindness

Find your fiercest and gentlest passions,
make them shine more than any stars
of the nocturne and mysterious sky;
is there a prodigious star of your destiny?
Whichever name you like to give it:
it'll be written in the book of eternity!

Everything withers and whitens from snow
approaching the winter of fading life,
it perishes on its oblivion and lethargy to declare
that our time has arrived to murmur the last words;
does it mean that your loving and devoted thoughts
of human kindness won't remain intact
in the conscious mind and in the fond heart
of whoever loved you for what you were?

Cinqku Mar 8

light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits

NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines &was created by American poet Denis Garrison

The Day Before Christmas

lone twig stands upright
robins wag their tails to tweet
snow whitens the lea

1st Placement
Written 16/01/2022
Haiku 5,7,5 syllables
Winter Haiku contest
Tania Kitchin Sponsored

Heaven

The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth and strips the forests bare,and in his temple all cry, “Glory!”  — Psalm 29:9 ESV

She was given clothing of fine linen, bright and pure." For the fine linen she wears is the righteous acts of the saints.  — Revelation 19:8 (Berean Study Bible)

H E A V E N

where he

whitens bride’s gown

glory, glory, glory be

F O R E V E R

11/23/2020

The Lady In White

Hiding behind the clouds while crawling stealthily
The lady in white visits every window jovially
Her smoky white freckles smile surreptitiously
Infusing love in the air invisibly. 

She whitens and brightens the darkest path 
With her snowy aura, she unravels the mysterious earth's heart 
With every ray, she delves deeper
And embarks on her journey to liven earth's interior

The lady in white is the most sought after 
By lovers and loners, in evenings and thereafter
For she hearkens to every word of heart
And plays the consort without falling short.

Crystallized Snowflakes

crystallized snowflake
noiselessly floating to ground
whitens the world

The Sarcastic Crystal Skull

At an old forgotten Oriental cemetery,
half buried in the soil emerges a decomposed skull.
-nothing unpleasant, by the by-
It looks like glass when the sun whitens it.

No nose, eyes, ears or mouth;
therefore no face, no mask.
It has nothing of its own except it's veil of mourn and dust
and its eternal smile.
Its grimace might seem both tragic or blissful.

Leaving my reason apart
I said:
"There is no feature that distinguishes you especially, 
you could be anyone.
Are you not the precious image
of each and all of us ?"

And the answer seemed to me
both silent but eloquent
-it couldn´t be otherwise- 
Just the eternal half veiled smile
when again the skull contemplates
the worries and doubts of their living fellows.

A Cinqku Compendium 2

light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits

under
the hedge a
welcome haven-
down my neck raindroplets
trickle

dozing
on the lawn
St Swithans day-
large round spots splash into
my lap

missing
in action-
his memory 
clipped to a bedroom
mirror

a kiss
an affair-
separation
drowns into memory's
abyss

the elk
cub misses
the herd's retreat-
a lone wolf howl calls to 
the pack

splendour,
luxury
and much fine art-
in abstentia-the
gentry

a school
of dolphins-
on the starboard
a synchronised swimming
display

winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts 
in noise

Roasted
chestnuts on
bonfire embers-
forties recollections
alight

smitten
by a smile
the warmth of love
engaged and now lives on
engraved

five toes
and a pad
imprint the snow-
hunger brings a stranger
at night

A Cinqku Compendium

colour
attracts a
bee here and there-
but fragrance stops it in 
its tracks

over
the stubble
carrion crows-
the game-keeper heads home
for tea

August
shaded gold
becomes monsoon-
berries rot beneath the
bramble.

a drop
of water
upon  the ground-
forever lost,without
a sound

inspired by 2 sam 14:14

Kisses
and cuddles
with whispered sounds-
love reciprocates
our need.

sunlight
on the tiles
dusted with snow-
rivulets overflow
the butt

dank fog
envelops
a bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib

a thick
mist blankets
the winter dawn-
necklaced jewels bedeck
the hedge

a blue
plume curls from
the damp ashes-
yesterday's visions still
haunt me

the first
heavy frost
whitens the lawn-
overnight fall becomes
winter

muffled
bells echo
across the square-
sepia memories
surface

humid
canopy
of sultry days-
torrid tempers simmer
inside

A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three 
lines ie as in he American Cinquain of Adelaide Crapsey.Cinqku was created by American poet Denis Garrison

Today's Thoughts

The sun breaks through
 brilliant bright in a sky of cloudy blue.
Wind racing in the trees
 fallen leaves caught wild in the breeze.
Christmas and holidays now over
 cold and repressed memories lie on my shoulder.
What a wondrous time of year
 filled with rising hope and peace to demolish fear.
If only every day were joyous 
 but life is not always glorious.
As we age, the years slipped by much faster
 as our skin dries and whitens like cold alabaster.
Yet, every step, every road we take
 revealed the joy and sadness of this earthly race.
Today the sun, the wind, the sky
 reminds me of how grateful I am to be alive.

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