Short Deferred Poems

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


Untitled #251 / True Love

“Ah! But I thought you were dead!”
“Death cannot stop true love,
it can only delay it awhile.”
What happens to a dream deferred?


Hopeless

Hopeless
from sky falls rainbow, as clouds lose silver lining - dreams deferred drifting
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Writer's Block

Writer's block: all thoughts
are seemingly, temporarily deferred;
the cursor hovers, as if holding its breath;
winking, watching, at the ready,
suspended, in abeyance.
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.

Evidence

What future substance do you see 
for your present hope that is yet deferred?  
And what past hope has come to you 
as present substance now confirmed?

Where is your faith?

Premium Member Punch Drunk

Smashed
            And on the rocks
         Shaken and stirred


                To a paranoid
                   Amygdaloid 
            Control deferred



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Premium Member Grandeur

From the mighty breeze of legend pulls the word 

None to be diminished by a cord of doubt

His meanings for the reader all deferred

The turns of grandeur from another route
Form: Rhyme

Dream

They think with only using words
How are they ever heard
no wisdom and willing to move without reason
they chisel away at what we call freedom
does that sound like a dream deferred?
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Munchkinland Remix

"Kansas, she says, is the name of the star"
as for my mom's place, it was Mira Mar :)

"When she fell out of Kansas, a miracle occurred"
after we moved, my grandma's house remodel deferred
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Procrastination

A lazy man's dialect
Langston Hughes' dream deferred
A place in the sun, postponed
Procrastination


Date written: 06/08/2020
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Beauty Deferred

Beauty Aesthetic grace Is muted for a time Weary eyes searching the darkness New dawn.. Absence makes these eyes grow fonder Beethoven's sonata Comes to a close Sunrise
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Blurred

Eccentric is not her word
Passionate is often heard

When she’s feeling absurd
She relies on the preferred
	Her hunger – stirred
Remembers 
		The storm, deferred
The brilliance of her love, incurred
Form: Monorhyme

At Peace With Each And Everything

Love you hanker for.
Life, evermore bright
As fair bloomed, joy-flushed through it.
Heaven in a word.

Ah! A wing'ed heart.
Angel's peaceful flight
Here, yet o're Earth not tracked for?
Whose nest then deferred.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Langston Hughes

Iconic, late African-American poet, Langston Hughes. 
Dropped name"John Mercer"; wrote "The Weary Blues"

 As one of the leading voices in the Harlem Renaissance.
Poem, "Dream Deferred," deemed his piece de resistance.
Form: Clerihew

Spreading the Dream

Million dollar fireworks light up 
the eastern sky

leaving red tracers between broken homes
and marking the rank of ordered followers

blackened by the smoke of oil money
smoldering
and a dream deferred
in the cradle of life

No Title

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it sink like an anchor at sea?
or reek like a corpse and then rot?
Does it ache like a broken bone? or scab and scar over like a battle wound?
Maybe it just spoils like old milk
or does it expire?

Premium Member Inner Peace

Unspoken word Nothing is heard Thoughts now deferred Float in my mind Safe from all harm Peaceful and calm Soothing with balm Time to unwind 7th December 2014 Theme 1 - Remember what peace there may be in silence
Form: Verse

Premium Member HAIL TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY

HAIL TO THE KING ON HIS BIRTHDAY

Today, let’s celebrate MLK’s birthday;
His dream seemingly deferred, but not deterred:-
His reality lives and his dream of liberty is on the way;
His “I Have A Dream” legacy speech, reality words heard:-
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Forever and a Day

I love a play on words with birds
The topic gives me wings
I’m also stirred by tax deferred
Each among my favorite things

What I like best is when you jest
Your smile lights up my day
My heartfelt quest is we both stay blessed
Forever and a day
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Hope Deferred

MY HEART
IS A WOUNDED BIRD
WINGS QUIVERING
IN SILENT PAIN
WITH STIFLED BREATH 
UNABLE TO FLY
PALED FROM BATTLE
MY HEART 
IS AN ICEBERG
WEIGHED HEAVY
IN MY CHEST
FOGGING MY THOUGHT
WITH COLD MIST
RAINING DOWN 
MY SKIN, INSIDE.

AUGUST 2000

Premium Member Shrouded

Muffled dialogue ennui sequestered intimacy so distant,
                                                    smothered in ebbing surreptitious fantasy.
                                                                              Musing how close is close?
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Precedence

Precedence are they mere fragments of one’s imagination dreams deferred of acceptance, denials, or excuses. Precedence beyond one’s control although it may seem.
In systems called life, Are their really second chances re repeated cycles in this game of precedence.

Premium Member a string of haiku

DREAMS DEFERRED 
dandelion dreams
dancing doting dogwood tree
deforestation 

THE QUIET ONES 
dark heart’s art tar scars
black blood beating beckoning
sociopath scream

BUTTERFLY BRUNCH 
black blue butterfly 
breathless beauty blessed beware
bird beak bite bloody
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Their Emotions He Stirred

Caesar preferred to be quietly interred

  But to Antony his friend he deferred --
 
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred

  Spurred them on with the passion of his words

Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --

  They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
Form: Monorhyme

Worry

Worry no more, Dreams deferred? Temporary setbacks. Questions, Answers often Worry
Fears, wants. Constantly seeking one's body, mind, soul. Worry no more inhale, exhale release breathe eventually finding solace slowly releasin until one's peace of mind, body, soul worry no more.

What Do You See

Two old men walk with talk deferred
 One finds a mirror on the way
He picks it up and says, "My word,"
 "A handsome fellow, I must say!"

His buddy then takes a peek
He says, "He's handsome I agree,"
"But has your old mind become weak?"
"Of course that handsome fellow's me!"
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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