Short Depletion Poems
Short Depletion Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Depletion by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Depletion by length and keyword.
Depletion of souls
Yearning for home...
If your ink is on the verge of depletion, write something~meaningful
depletion, health, nature,
ultraviolet sun rays
depletion, deep, depression, feelings,
"when your broken heart is empty,
and there is no more love to be found"
Indiana Shaw . . . : (...
depletion, anxiety, love,
FADE INTO THE CORNER
MAKE MY WAY
AROUND THE CIRCLE
A CAROUSEL OF REGRETS
FACE THE MUSIC
BY YOUR CHARM
IN LOVE WITH LOVE
BUT I'VE HEEDED NOTHING
LOST IN YOUR EYES
I FELL INTO THE DEEP END....
are white flags
to this depletion
Commas are no longer
Periods as I enter
Taking it for granted
Is indeed a certainty.
With red wine in my
hand, counting this as a
Loss I am ready for
depletion, 1st grade, appreciation, career, character, community, confusion,
Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information thru verbal networking is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions, language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings....
PLACED IN ORBIT
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness ? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !
Written: by Tom Wright
Thoughts need ink to have their birth on paper,
And entirely, I’ve depended, upon God for both.
Some thoughts have had the lifespan of a vapor,
Leaving me scant time for meaningful growth.
Now and then, I feel, my ink well nears depletion,
Because thoughts don’t flow, with ease, to pen.
I’m drawn to question, is my work near completion
Or will God, merely refill my inkhorn again.
RHOPALIC POETRY - DON'T POLLUTE
depletion, nature, pollution,
I do not know?
Love natures amazing diversity.
Please believe pollution, understanding
It's deadly, possible fatalities!
Don't pollute, recycle infinitely
It's real, important, remembering.
That marine wildflowers' phytoplankton!
And algae respiring, restoration,
The planet's atmosphere recovering!
Sad, untrue, depletion, reality,
Trees' woodland, rainforests, decimated.
Yes unseen pollution, propagating!
Our future becoming impossible....
I pluck hair out of my head,
have been for weeks.
Real depletion. mind has been dead for days.
So I say, let the weepers cry another day.
Ill catch myself
the mind that falls.
Ill swing my arms before she breaks.
Oh I will,
I always do or will this be the last towel with shit smeared across it.
the last hair plucked the last tobacco chewed. the last screenplay to finish.
Ill catch him, I always do.
finish the damn deed, write and write and breathe....