Best Shortness Poems

IF

If you can help others fulfill their dreams
 And your heart ever seeks far greater Light
If you hold true, evade life tempting schemes
 And with honor, you sleep in peace at night;
If better Life and true Love are your goals
 And every day you give...

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I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless to answer the prayers of mortals

I sit in my darkest hope and worry
breathing in God’s unfathomable presence
I search for calm...

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Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the palm of my hand
It's nobody's fault that I can't understand...

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What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxious
or, worse, anticipating 
shortness of healthy mind time
and insufficiency of safe body space?
 
Is this life...

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Birds singing in the warmth of the sun
Flowers blooming means spring has sprung
Your innocence of the world today
May diminish some, but most will stay
I hope you will always achieve
With warmth in your heart, always believe

Wonderful characters in fairy tales
Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails
Capture their...

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When all the days have been counted
and all the night's dreams lived
Could we hope for anything more,
than to be loved?
If every bright star was a cherished wish,
would we gather them up, or let them stay
for all to see
And if along the way we dance in...

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If you find the shortness of blanket,
Then buy a large one in the market....

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You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring...

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You see, Desperate
Times call for
Desperate Measures.
Lengths no longer
defined by the kind
of weather.
The shorter the
shorts, the higher
the self-esteem.
and the Longer the
Sag the more Swag
and being oh so
Fresh and so Clean!
12 inch, 18 inch,
24, 36! Even numbers
but are the odd
lengths that ladies
lace front with.
Lace that can be
disassembled...

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Dear Andrew Cohen,

I am riveted 
inside “Evolutionary Enlightenment: 

A New Path 
to Spiritual Awakening.”  

Earth's sacred theme 
that enlightenment need not be limited 
to elitist 
and  orthodox experiences, 
memory, 
imagination

Inviting us to become co-travelers 
in and through an evolving epic opera, 
feels both...

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My future happiness depended upon school, 
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision, 
So that I could have autonomy in my garments. 

I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked, 
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly, 
Regarding who was going to...

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A listing of the fires 
and all the survivors 
will be provided

Names of the dead 
are written on broken cobblestones 
at the bottom of the river

The sheet music 
is in the morgue - reconstruction 
of the falafel carts will commence at dawn

The Liability Brigade 
will...

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A genuine smile joyfully gives to a day
Much more value than one really knows
It's more than the gold light of the sun
More soothing than the moons soft glow

It reaches down deep within one's soul
Making such inspired feelings to arise
It makes a heart's flame leap forward
From...

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"Descendent of Eve"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

As she walked through the door, I recall a shortness of breath
My heartbeat fluttered, my palms moistened, my mind drew a blank, but no pain was felt
My mouth became dry, and my eyes and ears became lost in her...

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Women Bartender Parties 

Their eyes watched 
the bartender,
like a tennis ball, 
volleying to each side, 
bouncing, soft like 
from side to side 
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men 
on gathering closer
to the campfire.
She was hot.
Their necks stretched,
minds made pseudo
claims,...

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