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.
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...!
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...
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
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:
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
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
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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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.
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.
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
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.
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