Short Cured Poems

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


Myopia Cured

I must concede, I must confess
My wisdom’s from unhappiness: 
The insight of the salty tear
Stings my cloudy vision clear.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Had Endured and Could Be Cured

Had Endured and Could Be Cured

would be reassured
sickness which she had endured
did knew could be cured

This is a 5-7-5 Haiku Poem.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Cured Heart

C-ured
H-eart
E-ventually
R-elieves

L-oneliness
E-asing
Y-our
N-ourished

M-ind
E-ven
R-emoving
C-ry
A-s 
D-elight
O-perates

Topic: Birthday of Cher Leyn Mercado (August 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

Inferred Occurred and Cured

what we have heard inferred
this was the word which occurred
reassured could be cured

(with terror endured)
(while on trip we toured)
(while attending herd)
(mentioned by a bird)
(completely absurd)
(being a numb skull)
(said by when cat purred)
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member To Be Cured

The sun lit up the leaves
Like a lightbulb in the trees
As they flickered in the breeze
Nature danced to please

Peaceful sounds could be heard
Along with a happy bird
A musical concert without a word
Calmed the stress, to be cured

Heidi Sands

6/9/19
Form: Rhyme


The Painful Distance Can Be Cured In Time

Your lips so soft, your body so warm,
it hurts so much now that apart we've been torn,
for weeks for months I haven't felt your touch,
even just your hand in mine would mean so much, 
so now I wait for time to pass by, oh how i wish that time would just fly, 
I love you so much its almost a sin, 
I can't wait for the day that our bodies, our lips, our eyes may meet again
Form:

Premium Member Poetic Cries Cured

Lain in bed dreaming of hallowed whispers spoken in baritone harmony Mind manifesting cries in instrumental song that sing soothing melodies to my wailing heart I'm held by a symphony of falling teardrops that dance to a love like ballad of drunken romance, while hymns I pen, and my crushed comforts are captured by cracked stanzas... My poetic cure will forever be tuned in chords of expletive love Lay

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