Small Poems

[amitheotherone]

Broken star

If I told her how I still needed her
If I said how I still loved her
Would she let me back in the fold
Would she let me back to her heart.

 

[Tzara]

Small Poem, After Keats

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,
and that is why I must never lie
to your unsullied honesty

and why, if it must be told,
I will tell you all about that other her
while you wince so charmingly, in pain.

 

[liChat]

(from liChat)
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i was in pain yesterday
would i be an artist
if i suffered
for another day and night?

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[SmilingLez]

Pep-O-Mint lifesaver ​

cracks between my teeth​

winter memories on my tongue.​

 

[liChat]

The above "After Keats" text can be easily turned into a poem. A pity since the theme is attractive. (A text doesn't have to be pornographic to be pathetic ).

 

[amitheotherone]

Platonia

Fleeting words wrote again erased,
looking up from here a disgrace.
To me you were that everything,
alone again not needing anything.

 

[liChat]

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the closed window
it's smoky inside
dim light
fresh air between her thighs
sweet dreams

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[SmilingLez]

We burn.
We break.
We forget.

The cities rise.
The forests fall.
We call it progress.

 

[amitheotherone]

She died today
Her mirror lied everyday
Perceived imperfection
Forever to be her reflection.

 

[liChat]

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himalayan cats smirk
at lowlands and their
calendar
our furs and lungs
survive winter

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[ImpishSeraph]

Bliss adoration
Moments so few
broken wings not fashion
Joyfully bidding adieu

 

[SapioSexual9]

dim light
sweet dreams

Lonely inside,
his platter presents
raisins in vinegar

-to a Himalayan window
his pen [is] no Everest
to her dreams xxx

 

[SapioSexual9]

The above "After Keats" text can be easily turned into a poem. A pity since the theme is attractive. (A text doesn't have to be pornographic to be pathetic ).

You are welcome to show not tell, like After Keats or any other poet, please ref above you. xxx

 

[SmilingLez]

The wind's picking up from the east,
The old order's crumbling, at least,
What's not solid will crack,
There's no going back,
The static days have all ceased.