Best Pulse Poems
Below are the all-time best Pulse poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of pulse poems written by PoetrySoup members
Rape - trigger warningOctober: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...
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Categories:
pulse, abuse, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Hidden BeautyHidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly...
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Categories:
pulse, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Past-Life NightmareA child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.
Night...
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Categories:
pulse, autumn, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
A Vanilla DoveCypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...
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Categories:
pulse, bird, death, grief, hope,
Form:
Free verse
The Casualness of Casualties
In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...
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Categories:
pulse, death, evil, family, fate,
Form:
Haibun
listen to life -
have you not heard me?
borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
still, you...
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Categories:
pulse, life, philosophy, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Escape of the Bluesman's SongWithin the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch a rickety chair
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...
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Categories:
pulse, africa, america, grief, racism,
Form:
Free verse
I Can'T BreatheIn memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the...
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Categories:
pulse, abuse, bullying, color, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
Fifty-Three Shades of Greyin the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the...
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Categories:
pulse, child, community, conflict, dad,
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:
pulse, animal, death, fate, grief,
Form:
Free verse
O AprilO April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered
from the grasping earthen frost -...
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Categories:
pulse, appreciation, april, beauty, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Rebirth of the Third AngelA body abandoned
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside
still aches to meet its last beat
and a free spirit yearns...
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Categories:
pulse, angel, beauty, butterfly, death,
Form:
Free verse
RestRest now
O restless heart
released in ebb to flow
ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...
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Categories:
pulse, death, freedom, heaven, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Manipulations Of FateI wait—
here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me free me
here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end...
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Categories:
pulse, death, fate, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
curvaceous
my fingertips
touch ...
tender, but with melodic intent
you tremble
just SO ...
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press ...
your supple curves against me
fitting me...
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Categories:
pulse, analogy,
Form:
Free verse