Short Accustom Poems
Short Accustom Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Accustom by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Accustom by length and keyword.
gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
once open in window
as dream in one piece
in louder styles accustom
alerts colour sounding high note
in between winds hope still crisp
inmortal wave as making one piece
Categories:
accustom, life, people, philosophy, time, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Retrospect to known nature warriors dress its accustom.
Sense of judgment gained knowledge offered peace return to respect.
Haunted in nature to applaud past as live in its present.
Detached from its cord cried in first breath.
Founded in motion of sickness awakening in deep sleep pace through its regret.
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Categories:
accustom, life, nature, passion, peace, people, philosophy, nature,
Form:
Epic
Forever complacent
Just too content
What was I meant?
To prevent,
A climatic moment
The space of the second
Skin isn’t mine
It chokes and slithers
The enemy
The shadows that hover
I’m accustom the this
Never ending
Nothingness
I've come to expect
Some kind of assurance
To keep my attention
Not try my patience
With constant disturbance
That leaves nerveless
The walls I made
Makes a good cage
Categories:
accustom, angst, confusion, sad,
Form:
I do not know?
Today the clouds thicken like gravy-
ink blots stain the sky.
Silence after silence unloads
its ill will at my feet.
I am accustom to it
and it has settled.
The sky continues to ashen
as it swallows the pine trees
like a relentless Sandpoint, Idaho snowstorm
consuming all in its way.
The day spills its impressions
like a half-full glass
which leaves me as empty
as an astounding wail
from a 90-year-old woman's
crippled up body.
Categories:
accustom, angst,
Form:
Free verse
You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted.
No
I was a girl, your first born. I was delicate, young, and very impressionable. I grew numb to the pain I became accustom to.
You succeeded. You made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.
Categories:
accustom, abuse, dark, father daughter, how i feel,
Form:
Narrative