Ten Very Small Poems

MendedFences27

Ten Very Small Poems 




Science Fiction is an oxymoron.



Truth is not negotiable.



The future is just someone else’s past.



Time cannot be measured

 for it wraps around itself.



Food is the one necessity

that has become an art.



Music is the soul of Man.



The night’s sky is more truthful than the day’s.



Poetry can be found in a flea market.



Angels live amongst us.



The older I get the more I hate buttonholes.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2024 08:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have discovered Billy Collins and his Small Poems. Think I'll work on some of those for a while.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Qurrathul Ain, Teddy.15
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  • Teddy.15

    lol I can honestly say this is one of the most entertaining poems I have ever read, I love every one. lol fabulous dearest Phil fabulous 🌹

    • MendedFences27

      Thank you, Teddy. More to come.

    • orchidee

      A small comment - Good! lol.
      I could be gushing and say - Oh wonderful, marvellous, full of wisdom, etc. Well, these poems are all that too.

      • MendedFences27

        Thank you, Orch. Now, don't go gushing, it ain't healthy.

        • orchidee

          I would be a 'luvvie' if I gushed. lol.

        • sorenbarrett

          Great sayings my friend enjoyed them all.

          • MendedFences27

            Thank you, SB. More to come.

          • Tony36

            Love it

            • MendedFences27

              Thank you, Tony

              • Tony36

                You're welcome

              • rrodriguez

                So, poetry can be found in a flea market. This Sunday I'm going to the flea market to find my inspiration. Or should I look to "The night’s sky because it's is more truthful than the day’s?" I believe it is. Great write, my friend. If you let me, maybe I can use one of your line as a prompt for my next poem. Just kidding!

                • MendedFences27

                  Thank you, rr. Feel free to use whatever you like.

                  • MendedFences27

                    Think of it this way, at a flea market everything you touch is someone else's memory.

                  • Doggerel Dave

                    Truth, The night Sky and buttonholes would have satisfied me, Phil - the rest a bonus.

                    • MendedFences27

                      Thank you, DD. The stars at night are our only glimpse into the Universe.



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