Short Blindfolds Poems
Short Blindfolds Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blindfolds by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blindfolds by length and keyword.
Allow the wine to speak to me,
for it reeks of no blindfolds of deceit.
Let it spill your hidden truths,
for it knows not to plead the fifth.
20 June 2022
Categories:
blindfolds, love hurts,
Form:
Quatrain
If you have not gotten to know my soul.
Then you know nothing of my scars & my soul.
So save the egotistical compliments to take my blindfolds off.
They will not work.
Categories:
blindfolds, america, anger, black african american, england, london,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
blindfolds, judgement,
Form:
Light Verse
The commonest denominator,
stepping toward the throne
His minions with their blindfolds on,
about to be disowned
The commonest denominator,
laughing at their pain
Another lie, stick in the eye
—a life of greed and shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Categories:
blindfolds, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
No blindfolds,
no winds, no
vertices and
obstacles... neither
times, and
setbacks... neither
wars, or
battles...
Nothing...
There's nothing...
completely
nothing...
There is not
who
obstacles,
prevent
the demonstration
the clearness
of clarity
Categories:
blindfolds, allegory, allusion, appreciation, metaphor, truth,
Form:
Free verse
The donkey brays;
the elephant trumpets,
and the herds remain unprotected
from the wolves and the jackals.
What game shall we play;
pin the tail on the Donkey
or Elephants can't remember?
It's a barrel of monkeys
playing let's sink the battleships
while wearing blindfolds all around.
Categories:
blindfolds, political,
Form:
Political Verse
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Abundance of goods blindfolds you
Until you come to the graves
O yea! what you are thinking is not true
O sure! what you are thinking is not true
If you had the knowledge of the faith
You could see the inferno
You will see it with your own eyes later
Then you will be questioned about God’s favor.
Categories:
blindfolds, religionallah, allah,
Form:
Free verse
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
Categories:
blindfolds, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Faint light
devoured by its own smoke
lost in the robust laughs
Buds wilted
yearning for a breath.
Inflicted pain by its own roots.
Sealing every tear with a smile
assaulting love with lust
sun descends
enveloped in eternal darkness
the window blindfolds
its journey
the cries
resonate within
unheard
and tears glitter
in the dying light.
seasons come and go
faces change
Alas! you
never revisited.
Categories:
blindfolds, lost love
Form:
Verse
Fixed under water glass
Like a splinter beneath Poseidon's skin
There is no Sunday
And no one knows Rhyme
With her cool hands
And her goat's feet.
There are only
Walking dead
From whose wool-lined mouths
Pour blindfolds
And broken keys
Strangle holds
And bloody knees.
Rapunzel bruised
Left for dead forgotten
Bound and gagged
By her own golden hair.
Drowning in the Valium Bath
Warm and blind
Dying slow
But unaware.
Categories:
blindfolds, angst, confusion, introspection, life, time, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Land mirrors balaclavaed moon tonight,
The dark blindfolds insects in drunken song,
And censors bawdy bullfrogs’ ancient rite.
Our starved eyes protest truant fireflies’ wrong,
As we raise high a flame of bright sarong.
Pixies may dance nude with rioting sparks,
A sleepwalking coyote somewhere barks,
While hot crackles heckle the clouds away.
We thrill to a new June the warm wind marks,
Think of the bonfire of summer at play.
Categories:
blindfolds, celebration, fire, june, nature, night, seasons, summer,
Form:
Dizain
The past is so distinctive and memorable
And yet I do not recall it's sentiment
The shadows of what was cloud my judgement and hopes
It's hard to peer through the blindfolds
With each removal I find another...tired!
Tired of lifting this heavy heart..these heavy burdens of my soul
Why does my soul ache? Why does it hurt so? Why can't I remove myself to dull the pain?
The past is easy to forgive but it does not easily forgive
These ghosts of my past will always torture me
Categories:
blindfolds, forgiveness, life, lost love, sad,
Form:
I do not know?