Best Leftover Poems
Below are the all-time best Leftover poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of leftover poems written by PoetrySoup members
The Guise of Blue Jay Skies
F l y i n g
a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth
and...
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Categories:
leftover, autumn, bird, blue, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
An Omen of the Taste of TwilightVanished
the wild magic of this place;
this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps
into
Afterlife
..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...
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Categories:
leftover, animal, death, fate, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Our Life Is a Poemlife is a guesthouse,
no one overstays their welcome.
As background music
slowly muffles into softer tones,
breaths struggle to appease.
Deep painful faint sighs,
fall like crumbling leaves -
I'm vulnerable...
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Categories:
leftover, assonance, death, goodbye, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Peasants With Pleasant RagsYou see us everywhere you go
Every corner of your street house our offspring
Every bridge in your city has become our refugee camp
We are the people...
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Categories:
leftover, morning, poverty, rain, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Violet EyesI made a promise, a little visit
A busy day...so much to do..
But, I'm running late, they will be waiting...
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll...
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Categories:
leftover, friendship, people,
Form:
Narrative
Existential RepriseBefore I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and...
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Categories:
leftover, philosophyme, old, me, old,
Form:
Free verse
Finding ForgivenessFinding Forgiveness
Can you forgive my humble home?
A cardboard box my diamond dome
Can you forgive my scanty clothes?
The least that I worry of my woes
Can you...
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Categories:
leftover, forgiveness, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Welcome To the BijouWelcome to the Bijou
Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.
The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...
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Categories:
leftover, age,
Form:
Free verse
Deserved Rewards - Inspired By the Life and Poetry of Sylvia PlathIn ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions
Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples...
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Categories:
leftover, life, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Yo Parents So StrictMy curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad...
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Categories:
leftover, childhood, humor, metaphor, mom,
Form:
Free verse
Prickly HeatThe gifted house and the ghost of his Grandmother trapped him. Her presence clung with the leftover nicotine to the walls of every room. A...
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Categories:
leftover, lost love,
Form:
Haibun
If God Gives Up On UsIF GOD GIVES UP ON US
Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty
Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to
Kill...
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Categories:
leftover, betrayal, conflict, environment, imagination,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Be My Valentine' ' ' ''''''''' '''' '
to dear soupers of winged hearts
holdings hands with charmed moments
...
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Categories:
leftover, nature, passion
Form:
Dodoitsu
Pondering of a PuddlePonded and becalmed after the downpour, lying in shining stillness, I reflect an earthly existence; above me newly leafed limbs, and beyond, the wild beauty...
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Categories:
leftover, april, destiny, fate, imagination,
Form:
Haibun
Her Name Is WinterShe rides into town with a storm as her steed
With clicking ice spurs, and rattling reins
With somber delivery and the bleak look of gloom
Bursting with...
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Categories:
leftover, imagination, nature, new year,
Form:
Personification