Tag: Short Poem

The woods (Tanka poem)

Entwining branches Lock me in their cage of dreams. Sleep now little one, Let the flowers take you home. A home nestled in the leaves.

Passion (Tanka poem)

Thoughts can not take me, Only a willing heart can. Like a mother’s child, Awaiting the song of love. A passion brighter than suns.

The Queen of arguments

Arguments flaring with no real fuel, setting alight figurative buildings for the sake of ones enjoyment. The opponents coming with a spread of answers and questions to throw in her direction. Alas, my Queen, she may fall this time if her sharp tongue does not sneer in the right way, or if her words are mellowed and empty. My fair Queen, do not revel … Read More The Queen of arguments

What could have been

Wondering about what could of been, Living what I wonder. The bars that keep me out of harm, While crushing what defence I have. Rhythmic clanks and metallic tastes, Wrap me in their cold clutches. Clammy fingers blocking vision, taking away a world that could have been.

Wandering (Haiku)

I want to be here, But my wandering mind won’t, I try but can’t stay.

one day

the breeze will blow one day it will carry your sorrows away. hold on to hope, my love, the breeze will blow one day. the wind will rustle the leaves and… one day

Anzac Day Poem

Years ago, in Gallipoli, Young men fought for you and me. Digging their trenches, and living it rough, It’s the least to say that conditions were tough. But on they fought, body’s weary, Life didn’t seem very cheery. But when the war was over at last, Something happened, quite a contrast. On Flanders field which was dotted with graves, Flowers grew, pure shock they … Read More Anzac Day Poem

Ugly

No. No. No. My reflection ripples, teasing me. I bite my already bitten lip, as my chin quivers. My eyes dart. I take in what’s on the surface of my mirror. My frizzy, untamed hair. My squinting eyes placed smack bang on my way-too-round face. My fatty thighs standing next to each other like two, enourmous pork sausages. My pasty completion. And my tummy … Read More Ugly

Memories

Faded thoughts washed with newness Engraved in ink alone it stands Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone

Cow

The cow hopped on the bus, while others made a fuss. The grass was always green, ‘cause the gardeners were keen. The bus driver honked his horn, while the passengers started to mourn. The gardeners kept on pruning, but nature’s efforts they were ruining. The bus sped along, while the cow sang a song. The gardeners clipped and clipped, as well as they snipped … Read More Cow

The Cheese Hunter

Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.

Robbers

Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through the beams of light, Giving people a sense of … Read More Robbers

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