50-Word Poems - My first attempt

There are a lot of blogs of 50-word stories. I heart these so badly, but i'm going to try 50-word poems instead - poems are what i lean towards anyway. Would you like to try this? It might be fun to start a 50-word poem blog...if you're interested, let me know! This is my first attempt, just for fun!!

There are no vampire love letters

Inside his book is the

frail flower,

petals sheer from

hundreds of quiet years.

thrown to him

before her deathlessness.

Now sent back in a blank letter,

it rests in her

delicate hands.

She breathes deeply and,

with heavy heart

understands the message.

"you have left me.

All is lost."

Silhouette

i wrote a poem for a short story/poetry contest at this blog - you can enter too!
The word is Silhouette and here's the photo for inspiration, taken by Jason Evans (also the blog writer) for this contest:



here's his blog "the Clarity of Night"
here's the contest,
and here's the poem:

Title: When he was the silhouette


it was like
any other day.

but then it was in us like a secret.
and it made us leap and writhe
a little possessed.
but with rhythm and
purpose.

and he was crying in his way.
and i was yelling so that someone could
acknowledge this!

and then that dim light
that floats in my chest,
the one that
barely makes a shadow,
burst like stadium fireworks
and burnt the leaves to ashes.
they floated to my upturned face.

i was glowing.
it blackened everything around me.
i sighed to
let the light out.

and i saw everything different
in his shadowy
parts. and everything was different
from that time on.


If you feel like it, please comment on it here: Not sure but i believe the most comments wins a prize....i think you win like a bazillion dollars...how cool would that be??

Empty House

i imagine the air in there
is dense as sand and stale
from the lack of warm flesh.
it hangs there, lonely as i am, waiting

i look in. it's all i can do.
the porch creeks below
my swaying body.

the empty house has old soundwaves,
ones that had breath.
they slowly move inside my ribcage.
bounce back and forth until they
fall with dull thuds and extinguish.

the ache to go inside
is so palpable
it constricts my throat
it swells my tongue.
it is now time to
block it out
to move from the door.