Short Creviced Poems

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


Premium Member The Notch

Echoes ripple on the lake
and reflect its guardian slopes.

From ridge to ridge 
creviced faces slip to scree.

Shadows crawl from
       dawn to dusk
    as the sun
plays hide and seek,
and basin rivers run
their course where
memories never sleep...


Premium Member A Lost Sunset

For sadness screams in a chasm Tears hidden in a creviced stare Prayers praise a doubted God Words sting a shrinking soul Death itself will mourn For those who can’t A cold sunrise Will darken time Its shadow A lost sunset ©7/21/2023

Broke

The mountains crumble under the mist
Loss with taloned finger tips hangs
from the creviced wrinkled faces of the lost
Mouths are bent
in unshown emotion
Loneliness stretches over each eye
holding tear at bay
all the words i never used
and those i never say
buried in the grave of yesterday

Premium Member Tongues Speak the Language of Moans

Moonlight blushed as passion heightened Hormones raged in aged bodies Tongues spoke the language of moans Fingers roamed across wrinkled plateaus and into deep creviced valleys Flesh was heated, engorged with anticipation... We did not go gently into that good night Morning found us entwined, weary and sated.
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Silence

Lust
The insatiable fires of sight
Singeing your flesh
Savoring your aching cries
She’ll whisper ecstasy
Succulent and nigh

Love
Pooling in creviced night
Suckled and smeared
Pulsating with every drop
She’s tasted your conviction
Serrated and wrought

Fate
Dried pungent hues
Immutable and imbued
Morning withered with dread
Silence speaks
Your marriage is dead


Blinking Soul

Piercing blue ices through freezing blood within
Liquid fused molecules of daiquiri bathed in sin
Shattered cracks creviced black caverns of the beast
Rattled, bruised dampened fuse ignites when deceased
Hollow past poisons gas choking the thin air
Empty Souls swallowed whole white pupils blink the stare
Salted meat frozen beef hooked up Into a stiff
Cooked the stew the boiling you dying your last gift



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