Eight-Word Poems

why do bright things rust,
and colours fade?

Seasons change, the leaves fall, winter calls eternity.

leverage makes the heart
grow fonder
like snowflakes


Wry Luck

dream bombshell
once in a lifetime
sweet tranjectory

calculated love
exonerated luck
in manner of fretting

Film
Throwing out stars
And their legacy too

your foolproof canoe
sinks
over forests and fumes

series of eight -word poems and haiku:


Millenium Annual


- Seasons of Youth


Aurora's Highlights

contrived accents
in Being accrued
recall doubt shed


Scrambling Mystery

periwinkles laugh
winking cues in the moonlight
of Hel's wand's defeat


- Seasons of Age


Timeless Fall of Icarus

tumble through clouds
discarded mount collapsing
hard bed


Time Less Fall

Pandora's credit
believing age-worn adage
a bird in the hand

The horror, you're dead yet my love lives.

Tears dew,
Morning grass;
Remnants of sorrows past.

Pink glitter
Falls over giggles,
And blushing cheeks.

Dead
I am the one
Underneath
the gun

Four years
- not seasons -
passed,
still I hated.

Where my roses
may fall
in scented
rains

Where
The Petals
Fall
There
My Eyelids
Wait.

Eyelids flutter
gentle butterfly wings
under rose powder

A

sense

of

humour

is

an

admission

of…

Love and hate
Trade places
So very swiftly.

like they were caught
in an elevator door

Never realising the change
until the end begins

like a shade
he wanders Paris by night

Remember,

a little calculation

goes a long way


A little rough calculation

evens out a pace


A little distance

smoothes a wist

Prohibition Day


And, a long story

pays out in claims

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Modigliani

like a shade
he wanders Paris by night

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She beckons him
a memory from a dream

Her eyes
penetrate
the depths
of my soul

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Modigliani

like a shade
he wanders Paris by night

She beckons him
a memory from a dream

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shrouds of cigarette smoke
follow in his wake

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Modigliani

like a shade he wanders
Paris by night

She beckons him
a memory from a dream

shrouds of cigarette smoke
follow in his wake

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blue the coils
like the mantle of disquiet

As ambiguous a smile as the Mona Lisa

The rain, fingers trailing over skin.
Cover me.

"do not forget me"
she whispered...
long forgotten.

Hail King...
Head off!...
Anarchy!
A brief history.

Sunday
arguments resolved
beautiful dresses
then Monday comes

sun through fog

youth's moon

is easy

define an image
in bygone pigment and semblance

Desolation.
Ravages the souls.
Of those long lost.

Your voice
howls
through
distant nights
tormenting me

Credo


Don't take chances

but,

give everyone a chance.

I peek
again and again
you're not here

Glass
lips
speak posion
lies

soft fallen
snow

What is irony, what
among the simplest regrets?

clasped lips
moan-
-weakly
of-
-groaning, grimacing time

In a perfect world
What replaces fear?
Anger.