Short Concentrates Poems
Short Concentrates Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Concentrates by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Concentrates by length and keyword.
Self Inflicted Torment
What's gone before consumes the now,
if he happens to allow it
What's yet to come torments his mind,
if he happens to permit it
He concentrates on uncertainties,
incites his own demise
Neglects the most important time,
until he finally dies
The end will come regardless,
of how he spends his time
Ignore the possibilities,
for instant peace of mind....
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Categories:
concentrates, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Staring Into My Cast Iron Cauldron
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea....
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Categories:
concentrates, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
staring into my witch's cauldron
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea....
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Categories:
concentrates, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Serendipitous Discovery
setting mind at ease
by extending pure consciousness to limitless
mix self being with the infinity
as inner sight concentrates to the whole at the same time
Feel as one with all and everything
Date: 22/08/2016...
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Categories:
concentrates, metaphor, philosophy, visionary,
Form:
Verse
American Soldier
The president extols his bravery,
praises his performance.
The media berates his mission,
questions his integrity.
His wife waits and hopes,
sends photos of the children.
Musicians write his story;
his mother prays for safety.
He dons fighting gear,
second nature to him now,
pushes away thoughts of home,
concentrates, focuses
on the present hour.
He's just doing his job,
defending the cause,
fighting for freedom....
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Categories:
concentrates, america, freedom, soldier, war, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
His Hands
His hands are mesmerizing;
They move with easy grace.
With wide palms and long fingers,
He stirs this breathless place.
His melody is haunting;
It strikes my deepest chord.
His hands pluck at my heartstrings,
Touch regions unexplored.
I can't help but imagine
Just how those hands would feel
Playing tunes against my skin -
A world of notes unsealed.
He concentrates so deeply,
Immersed in making art.
And here I sit - Pathetic!
Jealous of a damned guitar!...
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Categories:
concentrates, angst, art,
Form:
Quatrain