Short Callused Poems
Short Callused Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Callused by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Callused by length and keyword.
Dutifully
flowery bush performs her duty
dry callused flesh torn by beauty...
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Categories:
callused, allegory
Form:
Crystalline
Ancestral Code
Callused hands, stooped back
Temples gray with passing years
Eyes smile as brow sweats...
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Categories:
callused, family, father, work,
Form:
Haiku
Callused Hands
blue-collar worker
the calluses on his hands ~
a badge of honor
Date written: 08/11/2020...
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Categories:
callused, pride, work,
Form:
Senryu
To Many Little, To Few a Lot Belongs In a World That Has Gone To Pot
With powers vying to have us ruled
The lull of liberty has us fooled
The rich and mighty sweep it all
And callused hands are rarely jewelled...
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Categories:
callused, anger, money, poverty, power, world,
Form:
Rubai
Three Thirty Am
Thin ruffled covers
My cold, callused feet sneaking
Longingly sideways
Your silky legs welcome them
Foul dream melts, warm clouds embrace
5/21/16
©Thomas W. Quigley...
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Categories:
callused, love,
Form:
Tanka
Emotional Whirlwind
Whirlwind
eclipse of emotions
shadow her descent
Falling
like a deflated balloon
against the masons hand
Crushed
Love escapes her callused grasp
Lay...
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Categories:
callused, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Another Life
Time and enough world. But we had
memories came, which lace at ends;
weaves that space 'tween callused derma.
Evokes at it's windowsill dust
particles. Life, I cry out.
Our story would take another;
falling into love was enough....
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Categories:
callused, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Lost Sunday
country church memories stay
sun lined faces callused hands
heads bow in prayer the choir stands
Sunday.......... the world away
humble prayer forgiveness day
six days of work a day of rest
a time missing I attest
Sunday.......... a world away...
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Categories:
callused, life, memory, nostalgia, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Piezoelectric
The tic-toc in a cuckoo clock is but the static of quartz,
A piezoelectric pizzazz that strokes until the pressure shorts.
Did you know that your callused skin produces the same effect,
As the lattice of the precious stone that circuits a clock's kinetics?...
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Categories:
callused, education,
Form:
Couplet
My Milkmaid
.
I took her by her fine
callused hand
I lead her to the stream
fifty yards below
I undressed her
and not with my eyes
with each digit
Her gestured poise
I wanted intensely
I did beseech her
to
bathe...
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Categories:
callused, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Widower
Widower
In the miner’s shack
the vase on the dresser
squats beneath
a giant cactus
planted by hands
flinty and callused.
“When Mona was here,
this vase got roses,
and lots of water.
After she left
I gave it this cactus.
It never needs water.”
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
callused, lost love
Form:
Free verse
Flinty and Callused
Flinty and Callused
In this miner’s shack
the vase on the dresser
squats beneath
a giant cactus
planted by hands
flinty and callused.
“When Mona was here,
this vase got roses,
nothing else.
After she left
I gave it this cactus.
It never needs water.”
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
callused, loss
Form:
Free verse
Gettin' Stirred Up!
Gettin' Stirred Up!
twisting and turning
from within the soup,
as we long to go rightfully
yearning and burning
to break free from everything,
but once we're truly poured out
we'd only become cold and callused
and then, the longing to return is surely sought
5-31-09...
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Categories:
callused, longing,
Form:
I do not know?
Toil
We are the voice on the wind
We are the vapor in the cloud
It is us that is a grain in the hourglass
All our chasing,
All of our fumbling
It is us with callused empty hands
We today regret
We tomorrow lose
It is our burden having forgotten simple things
Our purpose not our plan
Our happiness not our hard work
It is grace that sets us free....
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Categories:
callused, life
Form:
I do not know?
Better Life For Us
His hands badly callused swollen with pain
Working hard in hopes of financial gain
He keeps our house warm
Shoes on our feet
Plenty of food on our table to eat
He ask for no thanks from any of us
For him he does not want a fuss
He always puts us first
His life a hard labor curse
But in the morning he rises
Goes off to a job he demises
For a better life for us...
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Categories:
callused, dad, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Cloudburst
A Cloudburst
Only now too clear, _ it seems…
Lifted on haunches of late morning mists
A long lost sun once pulled from blue skied dreams
Only now too clear, _ it seems…
That never known before
Past early morning’s darkened clouds had schemed
A callused heart; tracked by tears that had since run dry
Hadn’t waked me to say goodbye
I never knew that sunless day, stowed away...
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Categories:
callused, childhood
Form:
Free verse
Art Is Ecstasy
art is ecstasy
you dont need a brush
it is sophistication
like drinking breast milk
from the nipple
callused fingers of
the nostalgic guitar
burning feet of
a tireless lover
you dont have to think
just be and express
lines are in colores
colores form lines
art is outpouring
of love from a being
possesd with love
it is an emotion
a passion
an ecstasy
i have
experienced
here
11.06 am
july 20...
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Categories:
callused, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
Hands
muffled nails against bars
uncleaned under the surface
stained with crusted lies
dirt built up from shallow promises
bloodied and bitten to the bed
raw from anxiety
unkept
both sides
none of these nails remotely perfect
a destroyed image of the hands
callused scarred, softness hardened up
there was some sort of twisted beauty in it
unsure of whats its attraction
making it so mesmerizing...
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Categories:
callused, abuse, addiction, anxiety, art, corruption, image, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Hard Knock U
Wrinkles and twinkles
Wind colored cheeks
Callused old feelings well hidden
His awareness of life is a tangible thing
brittle as slow tempered glass
The song of a startled starling awing
Or the croak of a frog in a midden
nothing is missed in the tense or the sense
But the knowledge that this too will pass
From life as a boy
He has learned to enjoy
Each moment as if it were last
To treat sorrow as if it were past
and fate however tis cast...
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Categories:
callused, life, people, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Who Will Save Me
The drum beats silent
to the sound of my aching heart
He runs his callused hands across my olive skin
Bitter is my heart
As I lye quietly in my bed
dreaming of a life I may have had
If only I would have looked the other way
The road less traveled they say
My weakness was his gain
Come with me he whispered
let me show you the way
Now I lay choking on my blood wasting my life away
Who will save me now
Even God seems so far away....
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Categories:
callused, depression, faith, hope, me, life, me,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Brake Time
Chasing of dreams through time shaken seasons
Forming and shaping of whispery wills
Weaving and wending through common place living
Crutches and handholds like miracle pills
Places to go to when breathers are needed
Hammocks of cool shaded quiet away
Beside hot rutted roadways of unending hills
Questions and answers and working all day
A cold glass of poetry sipped on the way
Held in a callused and tremoring hand
Still ready and willing to play...
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Categories:
callused, life, philosophy, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Hell In a Handmaiden Basket
He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration
Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him
Coaxing gentle promises from cold maidens
candlelight vigils by the goose feather altar
Ordered 10 Hail Marys, and 5 Our fathers
and she bled for both of their sins...
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Categories:
callused, love, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Ether Real
Could I hold your hand in my rough callused own
Walk you through soft Summer rain
Hold you so closely my nostrils explode
In joy so exquisite it’s pain
Wouldst care to go dancing on beaches of sand
Splashing in ankle deep surf
Close eyelids so tightly the red glows and clouds
And dream into softness of safe
We’ll travel together in dreamland of sight
Holding to pleasured delight
Winter wet wonders are yet to unfold
It’s not nice to be lonely at night...
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Categories:
callused, friendship, visionary,
Form:
Imagism