Short Bound Up Poems

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


Memories

Swirling leaves, yellow
brown and crinkled, whirling round
up and round, heaven
bound, up and away, sensing 
the spirits of by gone friends
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Pillow Talk

To be buried 
bound up tight,
surrounded sweetly by snuggles,
covered and cuddled 
oh so nice;
rollin' round
reaching for the top
grabbing and pounding you with pillows
playfully pummeling you with love

Premium Member Released

eating your own heart leaves no room for joy's desserts bitterness banquet the law of Lamech once bound up, is now released: there is forgiveness
---------- Genesis 4:23-24, Matthew 18:22
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Marooned

Bound up, restrained
my skin's too tight,
I want to howl the moon.

I wring my hands
fright is my plight
ev'ning comes too soon.

Mirrors quiver
in ambient light
to an aged crone, I croon.

No where to run
at each twilight
alone, inside, marooned.
Form: Verse

The Waterman - Visual 1

Oh streaking man on epic sea; bold waterman stoked up on fear, your blue room wall calm lunacy, oh streaking man on epic sea. In magic, bound up ecstasy, your arching nemisis comes near, oh streaking man on epic sea; bold waterman stoked up on fear.
Form: Triolet


... For Betty

spring night owls 

dream i can’t quite wake from

beautiful interlude
spirit grain
rice slippery
pavement warm
gray nights
all bound up 
with what
will she write
tomorrow
ever again

queqeg
in a storm-tossed
journey
trading breadfruit
for wine
bouncing balls
 and
friendship

for short staccato forgiveness
of madness
silent growing
so nearly gone

Premium Member EAILY GRATITUDE DESMOND TUTU AND HUMANITY

I am grateful for understanding the words of Desmond Tutu
whose faith in humanity never ceased.
Who understood the value, the honor and the responsibility
of receiving the Nobel Price For Peace

Who preached how each of us must understand…
If this and any horrible time in our history…we are to weather…

That:

My humanity is bound up in yours
for we can only be human…together
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Norm

50 plus 50 plus 50 more 
are you kidding O.K. a golf course full
axnixmaxl's come to my house
the norm
getting used to it 
how about
school center the work's
your great plan for somebody 
who know's
it's a gift could you please wrap it
I don't know who's talking
I know it 
is it good
wait
sound's like Medusa
oh 
hello Gorgo
say something if your there
must be Gorgon or Ceto
red bow
anyway your all bound up now
ready to go

Letters

Rearranging, multiplying and transforming Greek alphabets are strewn across, under, and within the far field of my vision.

They are all bound up with cartoon snakes and quickly creeping ivy with small red leaves.

I brush them with my hand and they sigh.

They reveal different things, which obscure others, the obscurities reveal still more things to become obscured and revealed.

I cannot read them or understand them,

Only follow and behold.

Premium Member Emotion Sickness

The knife in the back struck me ruthless.
I bound up the wound as best I was able. 
I had to get small in my room at the farm
And store all my books in the stable.
Emotion sickness, Mal de Mer,
First cousin to the deep blue sea.
She courted me ad nauseum;
Made me Vertigo’s sad devotee.
While on my knees I noticed the dirt
Hard caked on the soles of her feet.
I counted my chickens as all wings and legs.
And I’m left with a page full of Fabergé eggs.
Form: Lyric

No Longer a Prisoner

Seems like all I could see was the struggle, 
haunted by ghosts that live in my past. 
Bound up in shackles of all my failures that I'm being reminded of, 
wondering how long it's gonna last. 

Then YOU look at this prisoner and say to me, 
"Child stop fighting a fight that's already been won". 

Now I am redeemed and YOU set me free. 
So I'll shake off these heavy chains 
and wipe away every stain 
and know that I'm not who I used to be.

This is ME.
Form: Rhyme

Broken Chains

Crimson tide, Amber tears. Bones of gold, blood of iron
Hold me close to the fire
I seek my fathers aide
Warning, faithful to truth
Silver spirit, Orange soul
Broaden the scope
Trace down the shadows
Snowfall of blood
Marching to peace
Feathers bound up in leather
Kept from the flames
Made warm and safe
Words minted in bone
Zooming toward my own destruction
Powerful introduction to silence
Still alive, awake, aware, centered
Scorpions devour the stars

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