Short Calloused Poems
Short Calloused Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Calloused by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Calloused by length and keyword.
a fine blanket of sand
toasts a calloused skin
a definitive bouquet
a calming pitch
the ocean embraces me
and I submit
Categories:
calloused, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
calloused hands touch me
icy feeling like winter
from his fingertips
I shiver from the contact
and plead for spring rain
Categories:
calloused, angst, fear, people,
Form:
Tanka
red rose
blossomed laughter
wrapped in thorny castle.
droplets of pain in calloused hands
both red
23rd July 2021
Categories:
calloused, pain, rose,
Form:
Cinquain
Sweet husband
Your calloused hand tender
Warm and reassuring
On the small of my back
Guides me into a room
Before yourself
Categories:
calloused, husband, love,
Form:
I do not know?
I want to write
To bleed the whole of myself out into this void
To push the pen across this paper until ink fills the cracks of my calloused fingers
To be complete again
Categories:
calloused, art, desire, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
a soft gentle touch
feels the warm pulse of guidance
of a calloused hand
__________________________________________
*note: this is a newborn touching his father's hand.
Categories:
calloused, life
Form:
Senryu
the dirt clung to them
creased by life’s endless struggles
broken fingernails
a scarred litany
of bruised, gnarled and calloused hands
the poor man’s mantra
©6/2/2023
Categories:
calloused, life, work,
Form:
Haiku
I’m inebriated with him
By his sinful touch
Its meaning is evil
His ardor fed by my desire
I desire this rouge
His violent touch
And calloused hands
That rub my wanting raw
Categories:
calloused, passion
Form:
Free verse
he only once
saw his father
cry
on edge
in an easy chair
put mussed head in calloused hands
quaking
broke
a wooden rule
by luck
shouted bad black mad
and he bittered
Categories:
calloused, father,
Form:
Free verse
my breath on your chin’s stubble,
I stroke your strong calloused hands
and feel your desire surging. . . .
Welcome home, Darling.
For Michael J. Falotico's Contest: "Spicy"
Categories:
calloused, passion,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Calloused hands transfer into formed stanzas on paper-
That which cannot be expressed otherwise,
Never frustrated,
Always flowing,
The words from my mind,
I wish to one day-
See them in print.
Categories:
calloused, hope, imagination, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Hard-working, calloused hands
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file,
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain,
my arm hairs stand erect.
11-7-19
Categories:
calloused, hair, husband, mountains, romance, romantic, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Lost Love is always welcome here
Behind blue eyes
And in these tears
Inside my hollow hopeless heart
Between black lungs
And broken parts
Upon my calloused finger tips
That touched the skin
I've come to miss
Categories:
calloused, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Reciting prayers,
Body splayed across the floor,
Reaching for heaven.
Knees gnarled and bent,
Mouth calloused from oration,
Hands clasped tightly shut.
Passionless faith is,
Just ceaseless recitation,
Magic doomed to fade.
Categories:
calloused, christian, religion,
Form:
Haiku
Could you, would you
still take me if all I
owned and had to give
was this bed of grass
and two calloused hands?
Could you, would you
forgive me when the
blades wilted until brown
and these hands withered
deep into the ground?
Categories:
calloused, desire, hope, imagery, longing, love, memory, summer,
Form:
Free verse
tossed, blown away by Life's
howling wayward winds,
groping in the dark caves
of cold calloused hearts,
still able to keep unshaken
and firm my Fearless Faith
in tomorrow's smiling sunrise,
in much better things to come.
Categories:
calloused, faith,
Form:
Didactic
What is love?
Is it like a rainbow
That joins two
Fields of flowers,
Or the smell
Of cinnamon sticks
In the early hours?
As her child eyes
Gaze upon my
Calloused hands,
I instinctively
Embraced her
Precious face.
This is love.
Categories:
calloused, love,
Form:
Sonnet
I love because I can.
In a society that embraces
those who have, not those to
give.
I am still able to share this
thought.
I walk down poverty lane happy
with a rich heart.
My calloused hands are all I
need to create my world.
My happiness.
Categories:
calloused, people,
Form:
Free verse
Your hair is the meadow grass
Your eyes the big sky
The lines carved on your face
Speak the cruelty of the place
You call home
The saddle formed your stance
Ropes, your calloused hands
Your quiet confidence tells me
Of months spent on the prairie
All alone
Categories:
calloused, horse, lonely, sky,
Form:
Verse
What is Man
Written: by Miracle Man
12-15-2019
Man’s life is more than the sum of his years,
From birth he steps smartly toward judgments gate.
With calloused hands, and eyes dripping tears,
He fulfills his purpose trusting life was au fait.
Categories:
calloused, god, judgement, life,
Form:
Lyric
I am scared
That when you take my heart in your hands
That you will feel the calloused flesh
and the deep ridged scars
Every time without fail I will tear my heart from my chest
to present it to you
And each time I think you will be repulsed by the state of it
Categories:
calloused, body, confusion, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Secrets,
now memories,
piggybacked through summer.
On handlebars, calloused fingers
steered dirt bikes to an emerald kingdom.
Two boys, on tree stump thrones, ruled worms
unearthed with splendid crowns
of sundrenched leaves,
carefree.
Written 2/27/17
Categories:
calloused, adventure, best friend, childhood, nature, summer,
Form:
Rictameter
got stranded in the dreariest doldroms,
drifted away with the worst wayward winds,
groped in the cold caves of calloused hearts,
but still able to keep undaunted and unshaken,
the fearless faith in better things that are yet to come.
Categories:
calloused, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
My friend’s lying in bed with six strings attached
Yearning for a bond with my calloused fingers,
Gazing at my hands so dull and detached,
Glued to the ceiling while his butt lingers.
Days passed by and his fretted bridge was snatched,
Snatched by some hands of some sick soulless singer.
Categories:
calloused, guitar, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
Be still.
I can hear you
in
eyelashes resting
on untasted cheek.
within
a tiny hand clutching
calloused finger.
inside
the curling petal
of a spent anniversary rose.
beyond
sifting sand measuring
remaining time.
I cannot see you,
but I hear you everywhere.
Categories:
calloused, happiness, hope, introspection, life, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse