Micro Poems

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Image courtesy of fran junebug from Pixabay

The Pumpkin Patch

Death came to the pumpkin patch. 

Finding no quarry there, he ate pie instead. 

The scarecrows wished for death after life.

 

In the Pines

Through jagged forests,

A headless horseman rides the thieves’ railroad.

Girl dreams beneath the shivering pines,

The sun a foreign country.

 

Sleepless

Creaking porch swing swaying empty. 

“Who out there?”

She closed the door, loudly locked it.

Fireflies thread the sticky indigo silence.


Submitted: March 14, 2021

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tom mcmullen

I quite liked these Stellanotte

Sun, March 14th, 2021 4:55am

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Thank you Tom, I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 10:16am

88 fingers

Spooky stuff.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 9:17am

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It's never to early to think about Halloween ;-)

Sun, March 14th, 2021 10:20am

AdamCarlton

Rather evocative, these little gems.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 12:14pm

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Why thank you, kind sir.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 10:21am

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