Tag: Short Poem
White Rabbit
by brettista
Crimson eyes peering soulfully from their sockets nestled among snowy fur. Sizeable head bobbling on a wiry frame, awkward yet endearing. Quick paced steps like the pattering of a heart, Nimbly squeezing through the smallest of gaps, the tightest crevices, the most claustrophobic slits. Built up muscles that still do not add any bulk to his lean body. Fine scarlet veins visible through slightly … Read More White Rabbit
Haiku- Christmas in Australia
by brettista
Prickling heat on Sun kissed skin, fruit mince scenting Homes filled with much food. (Hoping you all had the best of Christmases🎄)
Haiku- Bed of Sunshine
by Hadduzh
Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.
Haiku- Japanese Maple Tree
by Hadduzh
Seeping blood, star leaves. Young contrast against the sky, Translucent in light.
Lost in Winter
by Hadduzh
Footfalls muffled by numbing snow, Boots peeking out amidst sinking plains. Gloves held tight, Between frozen palms, Keeping heat from escaping her arms. Coat tangled up In little marching legs. Scarf wrapped tightly, Hat upon her head. Pigtails golden Against the bitter frost. “Where am I winter? I think I’m lost.”
The principal’s office
by Hadduzh
The principal’s office, a land of despair, the mighty ruler’s evil lair. Where she sits amid the cries and yells, an ogre in a living hell. Where darkness reigns and nightmares spawn, and to which the naughty children are drawn. The principal’s office, a place of delight, where things that are wrong are always set right. Where she smiles and offers cakes, assuring they … Read More The principal’s office
At the markets
by Hadduzh
At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The jeweller is there … Read More At the markets
The woods (Tanka poem)
by Hadduzh
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)
by Hadduzh
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
by Hadduzh
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
by Hadduzh
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.
Muddied Waters 
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