Short Couldn Poems

Short Couldn Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Couldn by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Couldn by length and keyword.


Ask For More

it was in  the lords hands
now i stand
it wasn't a demande
i had faith had to wait
my life is a open doore
i couldn;t 
ASK FOR MORE


Black Men

Goes back 
Black cards or stack
Times couldn;t
Fight back 
All this is fact
Some tried to fit in
Had to grim and bend
This is history of some
BLACK MEN

Lover On the Root

we had a date
couldn't  wait
both was in heat
had the feeling under neat
couldn;t go to hotel
than it ring our bell
where to toot
shut is was LOVER on
THE ROOT

City East Side

it was water so high
cars couldn 't drive by
thie is no lie
some over city had to die
this sandy was  randy
a friend wouldn't gave in
tho the street or very wide
i got caught on
CITY EAST SIDE

Numbers

Numbers

In Oslo there was
a woman who could not
say seven.
At the butcher´s she asked
for six pork chops 
and two more.
But that is eight.
Right!
She did not want to give 
the impression 
she couldn´t say seven.
Form: Burlesque


Love Story

Love Story 

I saw you yesterday
A brief moment of the past 
Black & white movie 

The sadness lingers
I couldn´t make you love me
We danced tango 

Voices on TV
Expounds my deep loneliness 
Your silence pains me.
Form: Haiku

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.
Form:

Abortion

The Abortion

Morning broke in the Sea of Japan
the rainbow was off-colour
A day was born.
Incomprehensible 
thought it had power
to charm us
When it was a reflector of the weather.
The rainbow couldn´t hang there
but it was erased by an invisible hand.
the day aborted
into hate and ignorance.
She was in hospital
there was nothing he could do.
The night was bleak.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Blitz

Shipwrecked

Shipwreck 

As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew 
died a hundred times. 
Through portholes they saw the green sea, 
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own 
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was 
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling 
toward obliviousness  
And then the sea blew open doors 
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.

Hand Me a Cold One

parking my dairy air in my chair i couldn help but hear a scream of fear.
as i ignored it and poppin the top on my ice cold beer once again i hear.
i stand to confirm almost spillin my beer to discover what's under my rear.
my chair of course but somethin i have come to realize and to fear.
i discovered what i heard it seems absurd so i call my wife to hear.
my chair spoke askin for a beer before i go to park my rear.

Today

I am happy again
i live and breath
can smile and hope
i can chear and dream
of peace and mirrors
whith i can see myself and the other 
apprichiate

i am happy again
i came out the dark
the night i couldn''t smile
couldn''t see myself
wanted to hide
who knew me
i can face them again

I am happy again
greatful and at ease
to be who i am
whith the problems of the past
and those i make in the futere
i wil take as they come
Form:

Sealed With a Kiss

A hole has begun to form in my heart
My world has begun to be torn apart
Blackness fills me like the depths of the sea
Why is it I feel I can't break free
Emptiness flows like a raging river
Didn't think the hole could get bigger
There you are with blinding eyes
Watching my life just slip right on bye
Just when I thought it couldn"t get worse
You made my heart completly burst
Nomore hole,emptiness, or blackness
Just my death sealed with a kiss

The Hypochondriac

I"m getting rather faint again
I don"t feel well at all.
My back has gone,my legs both ache
must sit in case i fall

Scurvy,swine flu,measles mumps.
I must have had the lot
I even broke out in a sweat
whilst i was in my cot

The doctor calls,he doesnt care,
Just looks at me and smiles.
I grimace back in pain,not joy.
I"ve just sat on my piles

The end is nigh,and thats a fact.
Of this i can be sure.
My epitaph will surely read..
They couldn"t find the cure
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