Short Brambled Poems

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


Panic

A twisted mesh of brambled wire,




Crudely knotted around my stomach,


My lungs fill with grief,

I cannot breathe
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Premium Member To No Avail- Paz

A forest is no hiding place,
  delusion so macabre,
missing aspect of sentience, 
   at odds with human quest 
 Idyllic spot one might crave
    that brambled graveyard
self mockery of silence, 
  mere barren vegetation,
to the weed strewn seeker
  none the wiser of themselves

Danger Ahead

beware the thorny brambled track ~  trespassers risk entanglement



Proverbs 4 verse 14 (New King James)
'Do not enter the path of the wicked, And do not walk in the way of evil.
                                                                          

18.11.19


Proverbial Monoku 2 Poetry Contest - sponsored by Carol Connell
Form: Monoku

Glorious Wonder

did you hear it?
the love song borne on the early breeze
wafting down from mountains tall
through the brambled mesquite trees

do you hum it?
is it playing there inside your head
a tune you carry with you now
when you awake, till you go to bed

does it fill you?
wrapping you in glorious wonder
an inner light that now glows stronger
a gentle rain with echoing thunder
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Reclaiming Bits of Eden

Some see a scrubby, stunted wood; the pure heart sees a pond. A vision cast into the could - the gift to look beyond… And though the plan has not converged quite fully in my head, I simply can’t resist the urge to rend, uproot, and shred. Reclaiming bits of Eden, I clear out the brambled vines. Creation and destruction, by this, briefly are aligned.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Lizard

This reptile lazarus on the ground
Gawking at flies
Soft with hidden hyoid bone, skin bound
Bright dewlap cries
Like all of us who do not yet crawl sand
Sucking sun's heat
With lolling head swims to where I stand
Full of deceit
For this thing was the dragon of old
Its lurid eyes
The last vestige of an frigid flame
Where the wind sighs
And bow the brambled branches in shame.
I could almost
Pity the scaly thing, feigning its
False comatose
But frenzied flies lose to it in wits.
Form: Verse

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