Short Blackly Poems
Short Blackly Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blackly by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blackly by length and keyword.
Cold Sorrow
The wind blows sorrow.
Deep into my cold marrow.
My heart blackly low....
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Categories:
blackly, death, depression,
Form:
Haiku
Rain
down pours the cold rain
on pavements blackly shining
the water of life...
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Categories:
blackly, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Forgot the Knots
In your error there is a'way making
Whilst striving in your searches collating,
Are they blackly scrawled your inky walls.?
Truly "A vice" this undertaking...
Explain peruse or buying extra shoes
True vanity versus inspiration.
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011...
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Categories:
blackly, allegory,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
In the End of Days
A
ravaged
savage sea
seethes like lava
underneath the moon,
strange eye in clouded sky.
It stares blackly out at man,
bright orange iris reflecting
angry flames of waves below. . . Sun fled;
now all we know is Satan in the moon.
For Paula Swanson’s “Blind Faith” contest...
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Categories:
blackly, visionary
Form:
Etheree
The Herons Fly
As he spreads his wings
The wind flutters the feathers
Against a heron-dotted sky
Of deepest dark
A strong wind to fly
As granite boulders blackly rumble
Deepest voice as raindrops tumble
Down towards
The heron’s crown
The fields ablaze
With electric haze
And an ozone stench spices
As volts and death splices
The scene into a triptych...
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Categories:
blackly, bird, flying, nature, storm,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Young At Heart
I swept the cinders from the hearth
clambake soot billowed veils
of a past where frequent refuge sought
the path that never pales.
Eyes of mine, their apples cored,
pips blackly shone and squeaked;
with laughing tears trickling,
the moistened lustre leaked.
Young at heart, you twinkle bright
a gem in memories of grey,
a fire to ignite my life,
a light to guide the way......
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Categories:
blackly, nostalgia, people,
Form:
Verse
Tarn
A mountain tarn,
a mirror blackly gleaming.
I slide down some shale
to peer in. As I stare
there's a tingling apprehension
of being too close to an edge
where sky, land, and reason
drop away.
I can't quite say what I expected to see,
not the bottom of a mountain,
a man's visage maybe,
perhaps some deep mystery?
What I saw buried its reflection
into the back of my mind
where it is still surfacing....
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Categories:
blackly, poetry,
Form:
Free verse