Short Brinks Poems
Short Brinks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Brinks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Brinks by length and keyword.
We were talking and sharing drinks
Until the night pushed us to our brinks
Not enough energy left to muster chatter
Our words diminished to verbal clatter
The rising sun decides the first who blinks
Categories:
brinks, friend, memory, missing,
Form:
Limerick
Poet trees
don't think
we cry ink...
eyes pink;
face
ta'
face
blink;
then
sink
to brinks
of Disgrace;
lips
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here
souls
are sold this way
today
cut ties
with lies here
and Buy Here
Categories:
brinks, angst, confusion, depression, forgiveness, introspection, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Sharp strokes
Pain pokes
Blur feel
Strange will
Weak steps
***** map
Walk slow
Poor flow
Wrong way
Harsh sway
Ease saps
Lease traps
Luck fades
Loss trade
Too late
Closed gate
Fate brinks
Last think
Feel slur
New blur
Leon Enriquez
18 December 2016
Singapore
Categories:
brinks, change,
Form:
Couplet
run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side
where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting to be dinner or a traumatized ghost
Categories:
brinks, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Art verge brinks,
Cute small things;
Deep charm links,
Small books bring.
Touch feels fine,
Small books lure;
Such cute lines,
Sense thoughts pure.
In book face,
So much thought;
Sheer fine space,
For dense lot.
Small in size,
Glimpse fond feel;
A grand prize,
Touch now heals.
Surge of form,
In small page;
Crisp this norm
To etch sage.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2017
Singapore
Categories:
brinks, allusion, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain
My shadow casts a hollow grave
Waiting for me to sink and bathe
Foreboding worlds that for us were meant
A withering heart forever bent
Swallowing sadness from yesteryear
Regurgitating madness is what I fear
Walking circles in the line of straight
Everlasting memories of poisons ate
Sunshine never kissed my ghostly hole
Brinks of hurt layered take there toll
Fortress of solitude soon complete
For the sins of sorrow do repeat.
March.02.2016 ^WW^
Categories:
brinks, absence, abuse, heartbroken, hurt,
Form:
Couplet