Poems in 5 minutes or less

[Piscator]

With the warm weather and rain there's been an eruption of autumn mushrooms.

 

[todski28]

Would I break through to the light?

I am a creature of the night
and darkness is a dream to me,
dreaming where my nightmares cease.
I relegate all clocks to day
and when I have put time to bed
my darling ghosts come out to play
and loss is but a memory.

But yes I would hold your hand.
You are a friend, you understand
my worries and travails and I
have shared in yours so yes
I'll find you on the frothing shore
at twilight when the day recedes.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCQ_o4PoBjU

the light hides mystique shrouds
loss memories are movies to the soul
dancing happy times behind the lines we
draw,

light may banish the sad on the hands of a clock
but to see you smile at the shores edge
to speak of poetry and the freedom
of words that caw in the wind a gull floating weightless

a raptor
that swoops
catches glittering ideas
drops it at our feet
for us to turn and
speak our own truths
find a place where we as friends
can remember that pain has washed our feet
but has also tempered
a life worth more than the suffering

 

[todski28]

With the warm weather and rain there's been an eruption of autumn mushrooms.

gold capped glisten with the poison of visions
too powerful to utter here
and words can't describe the worlds infinite
spectrum, the prism that curves
like the caps of the mushroom
I've eaten the sickness
and visited autumn on the other side

 

[Tzara]

Five Minute Exercise

This poem was written very quickly,
though it has nothing much to say.
Its rhyme scheme, though, is put on thickly
with mediocrity in sway,
for poems aren't always pretty,
or sensible, or even witty,
and this one here is worse than most—
its poet's brain as dry as toast
that's been left overlong in toaster.
(For why this verse is even here,
consider it a type of beer
that spilled his words over a coaster.)
And so I'll end this inept verse.
Try it yourself—yours can't be worse.


I cheated—this actually took me just under six minutes to write, but I'm rounding down for no good reason.

 

[Angeline]

the light hides mystique shrouds
loss memories are movies to the soul
dancing happy times behind the lines we
draw,

light may banish the sad on the hands of a clock
but to see you smile at the shores edge
to speak of poetry and the freedom
of words that caw in the wind a gull floating weightless

a raptor
that swoops
catches glittering ideas
drops it at our feet
for us to turn and
speak our own truths
find a place where we as friends
can remember that pain has washed our feet
but has also tempered
a life worth more than the suffering

I can't top that. Beautiful, tods.

Five Minute Exercise

This poem was written very quickly,
though it has nothing much to say.
Its rhyme scheme, though, is put on thickly
with mediocrity in sway,
for poems aren't always pretty,
or sensible, or even witty,
and this one here is worse than most—
its poet's brain as dry as toast
that's been left overlong in toaster.
(For why this verse is even here,
consider it a type of beer
that spilled his words over a coaster.)
And so I'll end this inept verse.
Try it yourself—yours can't be worse.


I cheated—this actually took me just under six minutes to write, but I'm rounding down for no good reason.

Hahaha. Even when you're bad you're good!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've never known Tzara
strike a bum note yet.
p'raps we all should post our worst
and make a little bet!

 

[Angeline]

I've never known Tzara
strike a bum note yet.
p'raps we all should post our worst
and make a little bet!

I am so not doing that,
you've all seen my poems
go smash or splat, it's not
for me to say they crash
to anyone but me and I
do, prolly a lot more than
you.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I am so not doing that,
you've all seen my poems
go smash or splat, it's not
for me to say they crash
to anyone but me and I
do, prolly a lot more than
you.

Your poems do not go splat
I'm pretty sure they sing ,
though sometimes to a strange beat
that's really not my thing!

 

[champagne1982]

If feathered canyons be the stuff of dreams
and snowflakes fill my pillow
what is the light that glows the cloud
or glistens the dark of eye?

What shines there in the shadow of gray
or gleams a shining ray? In twilight
red turns to black and a door swings
shut on day. What mutes the moon
and dims the stars but morning
as he comes to stay?

With cloudlight soft in memory
and shows me his spark has found
the way to keep ignited the warmth
of love, and burn the torch to make
cold simply melt away. He's missed

 

[DavidKim]

If feathered canyons be the stuff of dreams
and snowflakes fill my pillow
what is the light that glows the cloud
or glistens the dark of eye?

What shines there in the shadow of gray
or gleams a shining ray? In twilight
red turns to black and a door swings
shut on day. What mutes the moon
and dims the stars but morning
as he comes to stay?

With cloudlight soft in memory
and shows me his spark has found
the way to keep ignited the warmth
of love, and burn the torch to make
cold simply melt away. He's missed

Very nice!

 

[inhibitionist]

You unwrapped me. Worked on the bow, and pulled off the ribbons.
Folded back the paper, stood back and looked.
You told me what I was, but I had no mirror and denied it.
I still saw the present, though my wrappings shook.

 

[DavidKim]

You unwrapped me. Worked on the bow, and pulled off the ribbons.
Folded back the paper, stood back and looked.
You told me what I was, but I had no mirror and denied it.
I still saw the present, though my wrappings shook.

I like this, very nice! We don't always see the beauty in ourselves others do.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You've actually got me submitting stuff again, something I haven't done for years, in fact I had to go search out how to do it

 

[DavidKim]

You've actually got me submitting stuff again, something I haven't done for years, in fact I had to go search out how to do it

I must have missed it...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I must have missed it...

It's not far away lol it went up yesterday.
New Poems

 

[ZombieGirl017]

Trying my hand at this.

Stars glimmer above their heads.
Two strangers in this perfect night
Dancing to a silent song.
To others, it's a covetous sight.

He leans in close to her ear
And murmurs something sweet.
Her eyes twinkle with amusement.
Faster does her heart beat.

But the night is almost over,
The stars beginning to fade.
Two strangers in this perfect night
They go their separate ways.

 

[Greatwhiterice]

Frot Poem

Two men rub penis heads, and each turns on
the other cock. Their heartbeats escalate,
and they forget that they are naked in the light,
unable to stay focused on all else
except for where they are most sensitive,
their frenulums. They throb and rub their cocks
together, slowly, to prolong the buzz,
and mix their precum at the very tips,
and use this as a lube, and almost cum
until one swollen dick ejaculates
it load upon his partner's penis head.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My dogs

that guard me so ferociously
now that i'm alone ,
are the same ones to rout
me from my bed, barking at shadows,
while the sun still sleeps in hers.