Short Breakage Poems

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


Premium Member Sunrise

Sunrise

today
 and each early day
heralds recognition
of faulty beliefs
of imagined breakage..
 dawn breaks
erasing misconception
of the emptiness
of what dies
and what does not..
Indeed...!
Form: Blitz


Premium Member Doership

Doership

Seems the mainstay

Of civilization..

The heroes of history

And of fiction..

A solid word

For the performers

With names featured 

In breaking news..

The persistence of

The breakage of

Doership...

Birth

As of a chrysalis

the beneficent breakage

exfoliation

emergence from

isolationism

into a mosaic of group dynamics

a centring of regard

a new diagnosis

a lissom beginning

departing an empty goblet

full of peppermint concern


sbaquie  2000

Tempest

lightnings picturesque

vehement wind full of zest

pulchritude caution


natural snarl best

do not nictate the eyes lest

it will seem to rest


a relief by waves

racketry from wave breakage

dulcet stir to ears

light illuminates

through a box it radiates

mere simulation
Form:

Hospital Hill

On the dock upon the hill
there your stance is very still
you seem as dazed if taking pills
you tilt your head and there you spill
dive in the water your thoughts no will
luckily no breakage for there is sill
you are shivering but you have no chill
your body is heavy but you float like a quill
it's nice to not notice your own mind is ill
Form: Monorhyme


Let Life Work

Nothing happens as we wish
So leave your decisions
In the hands of time’s perception
For, it is time
That makes all even and odd rhyme
Out of life’s imaginative prime
Then you will never be sad
At the breakage of your dream
That always screams
Let’s take our lot
The examination of living
If you don’t find any spring
Just to the let yourself be cling
© V P Mahur  Create an image from this poem.

As To Prepare For Theories

For one's time to be taken for granted,
theories will arise.
Within them,
confusion is awaken.
As for the truth being taken from the stretch of ones speculation,
then leaving a dent in his or her concentration,
pausing the breakage soon expected in his or her mind.


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Dispassion

sewn too tight, breakage;
it's all right. lasting faster,
inflicting disaster, salvage that self.
singularity resuscitated,
engulfs, laps up habit. 
havoc cavorts amongst the 
lords, constricts, maneuvers
through chords, sits betwixt
teeth & tongue. it is such, which,
among pauses in sight, will touch &
drip bits of light over wounds, to 
wash away intention.

Life's Working Hard

There's no sleepy bird
The morning has flown away
The bird does not break
The memories are falling down
Broken heart has become loved ones
Trying to close gap breakage
There's so much time to compensate
Waking up early like birds
To catches many worms on prey
Before attention breaking of day
Life catches many morning train
Working hard, going home the last train.

Damage

Drain out the violence from the paintbrush and smear it to the canvas 

Aggressive creatures scuttle into my expanding cranium

Memories of him echoes through the forest…into the atmosphere

Astonishing screams of misfortune filter the forest where he once trailed

Great solitude and rage tortures us all…we will not fall!

Everlasting breakage paints me a portrait of turmoil and what not
Form: Acrostic

Oh My Trembling Cry Oh Why

Oh my trembling cry oh why?
On my family i use to rely.

A broken bondage lucid to
the eye.A breath of breakage,
intensified by a sigh.

Betrayed by a mother,brother,and
sister.

Oh my trembling cry, oh why?
On a family i use to rely.

Stuck in a barren land of cry.
A lullaby of despair rocks me
to sleep,as i creep to my pillow
in a sinking cry.

Oh my trembling crys ,oh why?
On my family i use to rely.

Aurora's Meridian.

Let sleep be given,
To the evensong,
As perhaps,
A fallen opulence feather,
Fallen from wings tips flight.

Unconscious in the sojourn,
Of none the more a mind's cease,
Memory will not forsake the need,
To purify the thought of search,
As eyed lids rested plight.

Find me in the breakage,
Of light's asunder,
And Cimmerians's leer,
The tapestry of morning,
To find the gift of dawn,
In the unspoken reflected

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