Short Atrophied Poems

Short Atrophied Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Atrophied by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Atrophied by length and keyword.


Premium Member Ruptured Umbilical Cord

lost every notion of life's cosmic rhythms
atrophied links with nature
blind deaf marionettes



AP: 3rd place 2021
Form: Kimo


Premium Member Dusk

dusk dribbles dewdrops flower petals atrophied... evening primrose blooms (Haiku) 07/28/2020
Form: Haiku

Premium Member She Is a Cartoon

She is a cartoon 
a sketch of her former self
she is a comic
no one sees her anymore
she is older now
opinions have atrophied
an invisible old crone, me.
Form: Choka

Premium Member Icicles Atrophied

shrinking drop by drop icicles atrophied... engorging trickling streams 3/19/2021 Lets Get Creative With Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France 17 syllables... 5/6/6
Form: Haiku

Heartbroken

#1
Footstep dies away
My atrophied heart
listens the howl of tempest
#2
She broke out, choked, tearful
Her house caught fire
Caskets of memories set ablaze
#3
Vast expanse, solitary tree
She was wiggling
She lost her eggs in desolate moon
Form: Haiku


Premium Member signs of autumn

leaves tumbling from trees wild geese honking overhead~ bright orange pumpkins frost-etched window panes crimson canopies aflame~ scarecrows atrophied carved jack-o-lanterns bare naked trees stripped of leaves~ the songbirds are mute
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Reconnect

Listen to poem:
sadly we’ve lost every last notion of the rhythms of life atrophied links with nature reduced to lost blind and deaf puppets they’ve gone and ruptured cut our umbilical cord dying to heal here and now
AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Runoff

It’s not fair how the heart fails
to completely heal, no matter 
friendly medicines proffered, 
prostheses patiently plugged,
eventual atrophied acceptance;
memories fade away, like streams
joining a river, but not to wash away
they just become part of the ocean.
© Jim Tidd  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Separation

SEPARATION 

The closeness we once had 
was a light shining in the dark. 
Storm clouds came 
and shielded the sun. 

The seeds atrophied 
and the sprouts withered. 
What was once a rainbow 
became a black and white
single brush stroke 
against a pale sky. 

CAK 9-2013

Premium Member Spring's Arrival

Snow drifts atrophied on Spring's arrival: silently shrinking to slushy puddles, that soon disappear. Sunlight feels warm on naked skin. The air smells fresh: and songbirds sing. Daffodils, Crocus, and Snowdrops sprout. And grass gets inked green.

Premium Member And So It Begins

And so it begins: you start slowing down muscles atrophied your sight starts to blur and dreams drift away. Your hair is grey: you wear false teeth, you're gaining weight and cannot sleep. You're grouchy and can't hear. All telltale signs you're growing old.

I Am Dying

O helpless-me; atrophied on the planks of rigidity Creaks to the tune of my pain- in anguish suffers but Less than when thou from bough patterned to plan Now serves- silently in stillness, but not I, I cry O fallow- me, morose, neither die nor live to give Time tied, greed to grab rich, all on same boat

Premium Member Pragmatic Position

Proud poets parade playful wordy wit, 
Their careful craft becomes just diddly s..t. 
No matter how hard we may try 
Can’t outdo IQ of AI. 
Shall we hoist the white flag and run with it?! 

Digital era deemed undignified, 
As bright grey matter becomes atrophied. 
Before the mindset goes awry, 
We shall eschew diddly AI -
Its fatuous facade is dead inside!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Edges

ebony edges twilight blackens sketched shadows~ scarlet-stained sunset dusk dribbles dewdrops flower petals atrophied~ evening primrose, bloom pinwheel galaxies swirling stars orbit black holes~ bats shadow the night dawn pierces night's heart scarlet wounds bleed crimson light~ a hummingbird's hum day resurrected scurrying shadows scatter~ colors coalesce
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Take Back My Past

TAKE BACK MY PAST
The nascent palms clutched the blank parchment You gave, almost filled up now. The hieroglyphic scroll of failed life at the edge of night crumbles to dust in time’s wasteland. The new day will dawn, I pray… take back my time wasted, my atrophied past, give another blank parchment. I’ll rise from dust, write the saga of vibrant life anew… the scroll dedicated to You.
May 8, 2019

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