Least Read Miscellaneous Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
ALLITERATION: BUSY BUZZING BUMBLE BEE
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee
#philosophical
1 read
0 Comments
THE OLD CHICKEN COUP
There she stood with tears rolling down her face and cheeks
Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek
Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke
Proved to be a one-sick hoax!
Slowly but surely – she told us the story
Leaving out NOT the gory!
“I was asked by dad
To join him fast
To pick out a chicken
“O Good Rid dens!
At last – no fret
I’m picking out my very first pet!"
Is what I thought
When my breath I caught!"
So, with joy in my heart,
And exuberantly joyful at the...
Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek
Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke
Proved to be a one-sick hoax!
Slowly but surely – she told us the story
Leaving out NOT the gory!
“I was asked by dad
To join him fast
To pick out a chicken
“O Good Rid dens!
At last – no fret
I’m picking out my very first pet!"
Is what I thought
When my breath I caught!"
So, with joy in my heart,
And exuberantly joyful at the...
#disappointment
#emotions
#regret
2 reads
0 Comments
BUSY...BUSY...BUMBLE-BEE
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee!
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee!
#bees
3 reads
0 Comments
ARTISTRY OF SILENCE
He filled the echo of silence
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
eac resounding echo of the selah
at the e reaching end of the lyrical line
The beautiful artistry of the echoes of silence
Resounded as if repling with its hollow sound
Bounced from the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
eac resounding echo of the selah
at the e reaching end of the lyrical line
The beautiful artistry of the echoes of silence
Resounded as if repling with its hollow sound
Bounced from the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
#StreamOfConsciousness
4 reads
0 Comments
Pulling Teeth
This whole back and forth routine
Is really getting old
Each time I summon your committee
I get persecuted a billion-fold
I’m the poet
You’re the talent
You’re the pen
I’m the valiant
You are the basin
Where my talent is drawn
Over-running with poetry
Dribbling on a canvas from dusk till dawn
Inspiration upholds your wings
Dedication brings out your rings
Many times you dashed to the rescue
If only to be heard
You clothed my closed mind
And fed it until it stirred
You are...
Is really getting old
Each time I summon your committee
I get persecuted a billion-fold
I’m the poet
You’re the talent
You’re the pen
I’m the valiant
You are the basin
Where my talent is drawn
Over-running with poetry
Dribbling on a canvas from dusk till dawn
Inspiration upholds your wings
Dedication brings out your rings
Many times you dashed to the rescue
If only to be heard
You clothed my closed mind
And fed it until it stirred
You are...
#NaPoWriMo2022
6 reads
0 Comments
And All the Men and Women Merely Players
She clicks and clacks and ticks and tacks
her nails upon the desk.
Her pencil rolls, her eyebrows pinch –
a writer, picturesque.
She thinks of words and phrases turned
and how to use a dash;
considers pauses, vowels, and sounds
and where she keeps her stash
of favorite pens and paper clips.
(Such a stereotype!
I can’t believe your mind went there!
You ought to give it a wipe.)
And as you watch, a poem sings
and sprawls across the stage.
Her smile? It glows and lights the room,
the spark of creation...
her nails upon the desk.
Her pencil rolls, her eyebrows pinch –
a writer, picturesque.
She thinks of words and phrases turned
and how to use a dash;
considers pauses, vowels, and sounds
and where she keeps her stash
of favorite pens and paper clips.
(Such a stereotype!
I can’t believe your mind went there!
You ought to give it a wipe.)
And as you watch, a poem sings
and sprawls across the stage.
Her smile? It glows and lights the room,
the spark of creation...
#WritingPoetry
6 reads
0 Comments
The effect of a Gentle Stroke- Taste of Wine
I sat still with the idea to listen
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
To what life has to bring
while the voice within spoke
About those things
that last like
a stroke
The tenderness within evoked
A fountain of limitless interaction
The inclination of those verbal encounter
Of him and her, intellectual cords,
In oblivious and senseless contractions
bore rumors; the intentions.
Transformed the character into acts of constellation
Engraved scenes written on heaven’s blanket,
The sound of climax and fragrance of Angel’s cloth,
The eyes of...
#secrets
#summer
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
7 reads
5 Comments
On The Run
Excuse me, dear reader
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
7 reads
2 Comments
Puzzles In The Rain
I awoke one morning
The rain was pelting
Dogs were yelping
My mood was mourning
Everything felt fictional
The droplets scratched away
at my windows
The wind barked and howled
Like guard dogs chasing a thief
Then, tap, tap, rustle of a leaf
Subsided and growled
Splashes of traffic
Outline the sidewalks like pool boys
Birds of prey pursue their meals like toys
The coffee pot was hot
The contents were ice cold
The rain poured nonstop
Escaped prisoners no longer controlled ...
The rain was pelting
Dogs were yelping
My mood was mourning
Everything felt fictional
The droplets scratched away
at my windows
The wind barked and howled
Like guard dogs chasing a thief
Then, tap, tap, rustle of a leaf
Subsided and growled
Splashes of traffic
Outline the sidewalks like pool boys
Birds of prey pursue their meals like toys
The coffee pot was hot
The contents were ice cold
The rain poured nonstop
Escaped prisoners no longer controlled ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
7 reads
2 Comments
Port 29
SNAP TO. And so his eyes opened like a shock,
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
#mirror
#universe
7 reads
1 Comment
Unexpected
The arctic motion’s
exposure been uncovered by
kryptonite’s congeniality,
delightful crimson’s leads
banned by solar moon’s infidelity,
As messengers spectate waves of fibbers,
lyrical pattern bestowed upon shadows...
of those,
Horrified by meaning of
Trials,
Mind set’s delicacy
Strained ,
impeccably,
Failed to decipher,
purposes,
As masters plot masterpieces,
Instinctual,
Anticipated meditation
schemes
against elementals,
Contextual,
The motions of arctic
Exposure ...
exposure been uncovered by
kryptonite’s congeniality,
delightful crimson’s leads
banned by solar moon’s infidelity,
As messengers spectate waves of fibbers,
lyrical pattern bestowed upon shadows...
of those,
Horrified by meaning of
Trials,
Mind set’s delicacy
Strained ,
impeccably,
Failed to decipher,
purposes,
As masters plot masterpieces,
Instinctual,
Anticipated meditation
schemes
against elementals,
Contextual,
The motions of arctic
Exposure ...
#lies
#honesty
#LifeChangingMoment
#escape
#hypocrisy
8 reads
4 Comments
Bravery Rage Eruption
Blood moon tears,
Kissed raged of tempest,
Consuming fire,
Bravery parity,
Gasp, ..her last breath …. insanely,
Heaven’s Angel, ...evolved salvage warrior,
Redeemed by a tumble
Kissed raged of tempest,
Consuming fire,
Bravery parity,
Gasp, ..her last breath …. insanely,
Heaven’s Angel, ...evolved salvage warrior,
Redeemed by a tumble
#love
#soldiers
#war #redemption
#war #redemption
8 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Miscellaneous Poems - Random, Diverse and Unusual Poetry