A place to write and store short poems. |
These are short poems, many written for {item:"EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " or other challenges. Don't let the size deter you, although short and to the point, many of these poems have much larger messages. |
Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ; TOPIC: Image- sphere and man As I look at the evening sky I see an object passing by It obscures the sun in its flight Turning the day into night Soon a fiery halo fills my sight As I watch in a day turned night They pass by like heavenly ships Bringing an end to the solar eclipse A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
I had a friend who was feeling down So I wrote a poem about a clown. I wanted to cheer her, make her smile; To brighten her mood for a little while But to my dismay, she started to frown, She said she was terrified by the clown. I intended to cheer her, to make her glad But instead, I wrote a poem that was bad. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
Once upon a time, his true love was found, Love, joy, and happiness would forever abound. For a while love flourished, life was grand; They took on the world, hand in hand. But a time came when she was not there, She had found another young and more fair. His heart was broken, his world was shattered, He became miserable, lonesome, and tattered. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
Walking alone in the rain Dampness in joints causing pain No one beside me in the fog Until I’m met by a friendly dog He walks alongside wagging his tail A newfound friend along the trail I started out to walk a lonely mile But this fury new friend has made me smile A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
When I listen to the blues they always make me sad, by bringing back the memories of the sad times I’ve had. So why then do I listen? Why do I bring myself down listening to blues songs like, “The Tears of A Clown”? By looking back at sad times, I set my soul at ease, for they give a true perspective of life’s realities. See, there were many happy times and these are what I choose, but I know I wouldn’t enjoy them if I never had the blues. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
Our world lies in shambles while the people are led astray. The nights are full of darkness that last throughout the day! But in these times of trouble, a light shines through the lands. It comes down from the Heavens showing we’re in God’s good hands. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
The water was shallow when we left for the day Hiking and climbing, we went a long way. By afternoon clouds and rain replaced the sun Soaked and cold, this was no longer fun. We all turned around rushing back to our camp To get warm by the fire and clothes that weren’t damp. But, the creek was a river, being fed by the flood, And our flat grassy campsite was nothing but mud! A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
It’s a hundred and two as I sit in the shade, Out with my dog, sipping lemonade. A month ago, I was out shoveling snow And waiting for spring and the cold to go! I say, “It’s out of the freezer, and into the pan, From freezing my fingers to a nice suntan.” Yeah, the heat is much better, it seems to me, But my poor Husky wants in, by the cool A/C! A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
I feel no completeness tonight. There’s a big ache in my heart Making my chest feels tight. Yes, my heart is breaking apart. Children I cherish, I have no more, Left me for reasons I do not know. Mournfully I pace over the floor My heart breaking painfully slow. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
When I try to pick up after Max By putting his toys in nice neat stacks He’s in my way and pulls my hair Then scatters those toys most everywhere It’s quite a job to train this boy To sit, give kisses, or retrieve his toy But I wouldn’t have it any other way My Husky pup completes my day A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
A poem I wrote about bewilderment Turned out to taste like peppermint. I mixed in sugar and a touch of sage. It sent my poem into a blinding rage. Perhaps if I bake it in an oven hot? That turned the texture similar to snot. I chopped it up and in the trash it went, So much for my poem about bewilderment. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
Totally incomprehensible; yes the word befits The many individuals who refuse to use their wits. In every town and city, nearly everywhere you go, Is it legitimately handicapped or thinking just too slow? They hang upon your bumper or run you off the road And if nobody stopped them, they’d try to eat a toad. How do they ever make it and get from day to day, With total incomprehension of finding their own way? A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
My eyes are heavy, I stretch and yawn; I close my eyes, I’ll sleep till dawn. Cuddled in blankets snug in my bed, When numerous thoughts invade my head! I turn and I toss, trying to sleep, I clear my head and count Bo’s sheep. It looks like I won’t get to sleep tonight; I may as well get up and try to write. A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |