Short Verse Poems by  Myrna D. Badgerow This page showcases a collection of short verse poems to be featured in my upcoming publication. I hope you enjoy reading this special collection. I’ll be adding to it on a regular basis. LINKS: For my short story published here at The Writing Forum click here. For my page of Story Poems, please click here. To access my home page of poetry written in various forms, please click here. My Email:  KajunCutie926@aol.com MYRNA D. BADGEROW’S SHORT VERSE POEMS Click on the button next to any poem title in the list below to be linked directly to that poem’s location on the page:   Mornings   Left   Hands   Togs   Intimacy   Mourning   Skyscapes   Denial   Chosen   Spice   Stealing Glances   Once   If I Could   The Blindness Prayer   Scarlet   Laughter   Hide and Seek   I Can Remember   Grains   Grateful   Imagine   Embrace   Beat of Life   Empathy   Complacency   Dancing   Doubt   Summer   Contemplation   Being Thankful   The Gloaming   Bridges   Sentences   Vapors   Waiting for Lilies to Bloom   Recognizing   Stilling   Sweet Breath of Spring   The Well   Nakedness   Ritual   Secrecy   Innocence   Life’s Rainbows   Monotones   Epitaphs   Breathe   Cherished   Choirs   Bare Canvas   A Poet's Blood   Curiosity   Mornings Mornings, like waking coquettes Flirting with the fading night Bathed in nature's dewy kisses Behind dawn's innocent disguise. © mdbadgerow   Left There are words we might have said but did not...words we should not have said, but did...and there are words just ignored.... left unspoken, unheard.... simply left behind. © mdbadgerow   Hands Time... quiet whispers passing Measuring life's memories Often it seems like Key-wound reflection Of stolen moments, echoing Within eternity's hands © mdbadgerow   Togs I cannot clothe myself in shades of brilliance. Instead, I don the togs of ordinary and every day... therein lies my comfort in words and in life. © mdbadgerow   Intimacy It is the knowing that words are not needed, that a touch can be felt from a distance, that thoughts are shared beyond a single breath, and that a whisper is only heard by two. © mdbadgerow   Mourning mourning, hope forgotten shadowing love's memories within the silence of my soul until time has had its say © mdbadgerow   Skyscapes Night lays its gentle hands Upon day's restless spirit Whispering secrets, soothing Sun-soaked dreams In coolest velvet Painting skyscapes With the moon © mdbadgerow   Denial The knowing of truth and acceptance of it are not the same.... neither is the acceptance of it and honest understanding of its meaning... we call this denial. © mdbadgerow   Chosen I no longer question the path of muted images and distorted colors I must travel or question why... do not fear the unseen nor envy vision of others.. I have chosen not to as it matters little in the end. © mdbadgerow   Spice listening to rainsongs, I hear Its music drift, a gentle serenade of misted breeze dancing upon my skin and I breathe of the exotic spice of my possibilities, my unlived dreams.... and raise my eyes skyward thanking the one responsible © mdbadgerow   Stealing Glances Today I watched Sun Steal glances Between clouds Melting winter haze That had washed His face in dull And he smiled when He saw me © mdbadgerow   Once I once put your memory into sorrow's pockets, your smile into fading sunsets, your scent into aging pillows, but this did nothing to ease grief. Allowing your memory to breathe did. © mdbadgerow   If I Could that he could love me as I am, holding me closer than a breath holds a candle's flame, taking me into his heart, keeping me safe and warm... It is where I would most want to be... if I could. © mdbadgerow   The Blindness Prayer 'May I always remember to listen to every sunset, to breathe of seasons' winds, to touch sky and fallen leaves, to smell rain, to taste it and savor it... and to see these things as He intended... with my heart.' © mdbadgerow   Scarlet Beyond the frosted breath Of early morn lies those secrets Whispered between moon And stars, sun blushes scarlet Painting skies reflecting Daytime's naive innocence © mdbadgerow   Laughter I tuck them away, each giggle and almost unheard chuckle, every belly jiggle and each Jello guffaw, every snort and snicker, and whoosh of plucked tissues to absorb merriment's tears... because sometimes what I need most to remember is... laughter. © mdbadgerow   Hide and Seek thunder rolls across a summer sky, leaving its heartbeat behind after flashes of light has announced the pending arrival and we wait for tears from tormented clouds while grinning sun plays games of hide and seek keeping us somewhat entertained © mdbadgerow   I Can Remember I absorb the stillness wishing not to disturb the tranquility, the peace drifting across a mind filled with doubt... For this moment I can forget and remember... when stillness was shared by two whose hearts beat one for the other © mdbadgerow   Grains They sift through the hourglass Of life, the spent grains of time... Our lessons and mistakes, Nights and days, Sunsets and sunrises, Our secrets and revelations... How easily they could slip through our fingers instead... But how tragic the loss! © mdbadgerow   Grateful For flight of moon across night skies, For shadows of sun slipping through day, For rainbows and sunsets coloring your world, For gift of stars, splash of sunrises and for the words found to write of them.... be very grateful. © mdbadgerow   Imagine I cannot paint the moon or color the sun and clouds... I cannot shadow the rainbows or shade the sky with azure... But I can write of what I imagine so perhaps you might imagine the beauty as I do...... © mdbadgerow   Embrace Beneath a summer sky Lie the touch of parched dreams From yesterdays remembered And the dew of tomorrows Yet to be... but it is today, The taste and scent of its goodness, Song of its promise, That I most embrace. © mdbadgerow   Beat of Life I am searching still for that beat of life... the "stop your heart" moment when you know you have found it.... and the sigh that comes when you realize you've known where it was all along... within your very soul. © mdbadgerow   Empathy The chimes hang in silver silence Seemingly breathless in motionless Empathy for breezeless day, Limp clouds barely drifting, Tease Sun who seems tired Of its own unrelenting duty. Finally, a tiny ping of metal... As chimes sigh in true understanding. © mdbadgerow   Complacency To accept what we cannot change is good...to acknowledge what we can but still do nothing is complacency at its worst... shredding dreams, destroying self and soul, a 'terminal illness' never understanding the cure until it is too late. © mdbadgerow   Dancing across a summer sky I saw us dancing, stopping to touch stars cradling them and wishing upon each before dreams faded to day © mdbadgerow   Doubt Entering a troubled world it fills rivers with uncertainty, balks at mountains seemingly surmountable, teases reasonable thought, echoes across indifferent plains, casting shadows upon skies of probable, dreams of possible. We call it doubt... We must not let it win. © mdbadgerow   Summer In heated quiet a summer day Lies waiting for that one breath Of a cooling breeze and the sparrow, Growing impatient for ruffled wings, Squaws his discontent, Breaking the silence. © mdbadgerow   Contemplation to contemplate thoughts of another is a precarious undertaking for in most cases it really might be best not knowing though we may not comprehend that truth yet © mdbadgerow   Being Thankful To be most thankful Of good things that we receive Is quite often not As important as the thanks Offered for those things That we do not. © mdbadgerow   The Gloaming Winter bleeds into spring Brushing skies in silent hue Within the gloaming Quiet lays a gentle hand Soothing velvet horizons And in this sillness, this moment of shared breath, time waits to be noticed. © mdbadgerow   Bridges Hesitant footsteps Reclaiming yesterday's dreams Are chasing memories Forgotten once in time's deceit While crossing those broken bridges © mdbadgerow   Sentences Midnight stars whisper Upon velvet, slipping into dreams And their fading sighs Trail shadows of sentences Being written across sky I hear the words tumbling onto the next, like an evening's song, and feel each nuance, each subtle inflection. The ink of intimacy flows, and I, lost in its rhythm, reach for my pen of curiosity. Sentences spill forth.... and I forget to breathe as whispers slip away... leaving sky to silence. © mdbadgerow   Vapors there is in life a realization that comes, a breath lingering long after we exhale, a thought drifting within the vapors of time, an infinitesimal moment when we know we have lived well ... more's the pity if it does not. © mdbadgerow   Waiting for Lilies to Bloom Spring comes, bringing its promise, its joy, its welcomed rebirth... I once dreaded its coming, its reminder of another spring when time stopped and lilies died. But now I look forward, embracing tomorrow, embracing life waiting for lilies to bloom © mdbadgerow   Recognizing Love should not be just about the giving of it... nor should it be about the receiving of it... it should be about the recognizing of it... that it simply is. © mdbadgerow   Stilling time settles gently upon closed eyes and waiting dreams... it is caught between need of travel and want of keeping itself in the moment, stilling, holding its breath, living just in the shadows of yesterday and the edge of tomorrow © mdbadgerow   Sweet Breath of Spring Lay your goodness upon my soul And your generosity upon my heart Drift past my waiting lips So I might quench my thirsty spirit, Savor the taste of renewal Only you can bring... Come onto me, sweet breath of spring! © mdbadgerow   The Well I come to the 'well’ of answers, searching for yesterday's 'why', amid discarded flotsam, riding ripples of time... but it is not here. It never was.... some questions do not have answers, I suppose... they never have, they never will... © mdbadgerow   Nakedness how often do we wear the garb of easy compromise, the cloak of pretended indifference, the gray shroud of willing omission, or the gauzy veil masking white stained dishonesty... simply because we fear the nakedness that comes with absolute truth © mdbadgerow   Ritual The journey begins Of butterflies and lilies A mutual dance Spring's continuing ritual Between bloom and wing and sun © mdbadgerow   Secrecy Shadows cross a distant sky Carrying leftover thoughts of day now past Whispering to stars and moon Those secrets that only shadows Can share... swearing all to secrecy Until a new day deems they be brought Into the sun's light. © mdbadgerow   Innocence I watch as he sleeps oblivious to all but his comfortable cocoon of love... and I cannot help but smile ... for he has brought such joy and laughter but also the sweetest reminder of the true innocence of a child. © mdbadgerow   Life's Rainbows We color them in joyful hues, shadows of sadness, and those muted shades of indifference... They are heard in time's songs, smelled and tasted in spring rain, felt in every breath, every heartbeat... and seen even when eyes are closed. © mdbadgerow   Monotones Of winter mornings we speak in chilled monotones and whispers of dawn leaving our breaths to mark time, silence to mark its passing We listen and rejoice... we hear its promise, its wish, its truth... its hope. It is good! © mdbadgerow   Epitaphs Remember me in days to pass When I am laid in death's repose And I may hear your laughter cast Upon shadows of eyes now closed It's not the tears or hymns composed That should linger within your mind But epitaphs of joyful prose And memories I leave behind © mdbadgerow   Breathe Touch me and let me feel your whisper upon my skin... Kiss away the tears time has let me cry... Speak to me those words that linger in the night... Breathe with me just so I know you are real... © mdbadgerow   Cherished Moments cherished do not announce themselves... nor do they mark their presence with fanfare... they wait in silence and song, ordinary and special, colors and black and white, darkness and light... demanding not attention ... they simply wait to be noticed. © mdbadgerow   Choirs Spring struggles, making its presence known slowly, planting a weed or two to decorate fields of brown, teasing with gentle winds still cool but indifferent to winter's bluster... and passing out new sheet music for feathered choirs clearing parched throats. © mdbadgerow   Bare Canvas spring stretches its limbs skyward and trails its fingertips, like an artist stroking canvas with brush, across barren fields, sullen skies, bare trees and we, a captive audience, hold our collective breaths, await the unveiling... eager for the master's handiwork © mdbadgerow   A Poet's Blood Poet's blood rushes through veins Ink flows freely... pen to page Weaving words, poetic seines Poet's blood rushes through veins Pages yellow, essence remains Simple words unobservant of age Poet's blood rushes through veins Ink flows freely... pen to page © mdbadgerow   Curiosity We write of those things that make us wonder, cause us to question, even reconsider what we think we know and understand.. I call this the 'pen of curiosity'... may it always be filled with its unique brand of ink. © mdbadgerow   Other Poetry by Myrna D. Badgerow Short Story by Myrna D. Badgerow Website Home Page