Short Disbelieving Poems
Short Disbelieving Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disbelieving by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disbelieving by length and keyword.
fear
angst, anguish
doubting, distrusting, disbelieving
apprehension, anxiety, bravery, bold
advancing, asserting, attacking
vigor, valor
courage
Categories:
disbelieving, angst, anxiety, courage, fear,
Form:
Diamante
Dashed devastated betrayed
Annihilated crucified smeared
Smashed dribbled drowned
Discouraged disbelieving debilitated
Life holds less meaning now
Unbelievable sadness
Categories:
disbelieving, betrayal, emotions, feelings, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
That photo must be photoshopped said quite a few in a snippy way.
But I knew better, for I had observed the Big Dipper myself that day.
It is what I saw in the sky myself, I told the doubting misbelievers.
They still did not believe it, that’s why I call them beavers.
Categories:
disbelieving, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
believe
loyal, truly
trusting, reassuring, promising
expect, imagine, hesitate, suspicion
suspecting, questioning, disbelieving
wary, cynical
doubt
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Categories:
disbelieving, betrayal, conflict, devotion, faith, fear, trust, truth,
Form:
Diamante
If the moon rose in the morning
and the sun in the evening
without the least warning
What would folks be perceiving
Would they be disbelieving
even some of them grieving
Or would (it) they be receiving
somewhere down in their being
Categories:
disbelieving, change, moon, people, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
believers
devout, fervent
accepting, aiming, progressing
worshippers, devotees, persistent, cynics
disbelieving, bearing, confounding
agnostic, cautious
skeptics
Categories:
disbelieving, creation, poetry, words,
Form:
Diamante
Black sheep, white sheep,
Unflappable sheep,
They graze the high grass,
And appease all my demons.
Black sheep, white sheep,
Countless sheep,
They graze the grass divinely
And appease all my WORRIES.
Black sheep, white sheep
Disbelieving sheep,
They eat the grass, magically,
Ease all my anxiety.
Categories:
disbelieving, appreciation, environment, nature,
Form:
Free verse
History, today’s memories
Highlights, of a former life
Deteriorate
Into an oblivion
Nothing sees forever
The heart’s joy severed
From loss
Which brings forth exhaustion
The burden
Of thriving in ignorance
Disbelieving
That all must come to conclusion
The moment is so strong
It builds,
it binds
Only to be released
Categories:
disbelieving, death, history, loss, sad
Form:
Free verse
This morning, my fingers curled around my cup,
I went to the window, musing about the coming day..
By the step, glistening with dew, a newly spun web.
It shown like jewels strung with abandon.
Its fragile beauty left me almost disbelieving..
Can the spider know the beauty before him?
Perhaps it's his reward for his magnificent weaving
Categories:
disbelieving, animal, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
The Spider and the Dew
This morning, my fingers curled around my cup,
I went to the window, musing about the coming day..
By the step, glistening with dew, a newly spun web.
It shown like jewels strung with abandon.
Its fragile beauty left me almost disbelieving..
Can the spider know the beauty before him?
Perhaps it's his reward for his magnificent weaving.
Categories:
disbelieving, naturebeauty, beauty,
Form:
I do not know?
The lemon hit my nose at full force,
the second the lid was off.
I ran into the kitchen, disbelieving
For I had already devoured two this month,
and my husband was not speaking to me
due to my nasty disposition.
I fell into his arms,
leaning over him
with a butter knife,
slicing a tiny piece
of lemon pound cake,
gloating that he thought it was
all about him
Categories:
disbelieving, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
The heart of the inspired can do magic things
Grow angelic wings or make the voiceless sing
The heart of the inspired can inspire its own
Elaborate a nation and work all alone
The heart of the inspired can change a corrupt mind
Bring truth to lies and reality to disbelieving eyes
The heart of the inspired is inspired to express
Whether you’re expressing old feelings or starting fresh
Categories:
disbelieving, hope, inspirationalheart, heart,
Form:
I do not know?
tripping
stumbling
forgetting how to fall
head up
back straight
staring at your
feet
disbelieving
the image staining your eye
lids
this is con
fusing
tumbling not striking
pavement
hardwood
concrete
the
bottom
hovering
just above the conclusion
knowing what the result
should
be
but the inevitable
is not
inevitable
the perception
blurred
by the trauma of the
fall
Categories:
disbelieving, introspection
Form:
Free verse
LET IT BURN
Let my love light the way
through all your darkened journeys.
Think of me
and the flame will always and forever
be there, shining,
like Polaris to guide you.
Luminous.
Let it burn on like a candle
in holy refuges,
burn on.
No disbelieving wind will extinguish
this pure love flame.
Burn on.
Let it burn from year to year,
from star to ever-shining star
through the eons.
Burn on.
Categories:
disbelieving, encouraging, love,
Form:
Free verse
Crossing the divine,
I ask the marigolds
to return to the dust.
The gods were angry,
and dead would not speak
and the living were dead.
I am now heading towards?
the mute bells, disbelieving?
the great enlightment.
Rebuilding what was not true.
A dream will start telling
the price of the inflicted wounds.
I am not sure:
who were at fault.
The letters ?
or the words ?
Satish Verma
Categories:
disbelieving, art,
Form:
ABC
If you can ignore the hen, the date will be fine.
She was not sure what this cryptic message meant.
He arrived with a hen on his head, ready to dine.
Like others, her heart immediately turned to cement.
She made an excuse and left quickly enough.
Like all the others, he told his disbelieving brother.
He never tired of talking about eggs, chicks and stuff.
Do you think it’s the hen? He asked his wise mother.
Categories:
disbelieving, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
No more looking deep inside
No more thoughts of solitude
No more lies to hold you up
No more memories as food.
No more testing the waters edge
No more wondering if
No more disbelieving
No more waiting at the cliff.
No more breaking promises
No more worthless platitudes
No more rejected smiles
No more lazy attitudes.
No more looking away
No more closing doors
No more breathing anger
No more, no more, no mores
Categories:
disbelieving, character, courage, i am,
Form:
Rhyme
Knowledge of the future
memories of the past
Caught within a final vacuum
dissipating fast
Wanton disbelieving
eyes are liars still
Perception changed then rearranged
sensation thrice distilled
The philosophy of physics
logicians burn and melt
Time but smirks as gravity flirts
judgment prior dealt
Memories of the future
knowledge of the past
Once you slow the ebb and flow
— the moment is recast
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Categories:
disbelieving, time,
Form:
Rhyme
IN THE HANDS AND THE ARMS OF THE LORD
the bottom of my heart hurts
feels like I'm having a stroke
but I'm so much better now
cause I am in the Lord's hands
I'm, I'm in the Lord's arms
my back aches, my feet shakes
running down those streets of regrets
shoes holy, untied feet are bleeding
people still wandering disbelieving
but I'm so much better now
cause I am in the Lord's hands
I'm, I'm in the Lord's arms
3/26/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Categories:
disbelieving, caregiving,
Form:
Rhyme
I am not kidding. They look twelve, I say.
My friend laughs, she is retired from teaching.
Seriously, I tell her. I am serious!
She shakes her head, disbelieving me.
I am telling her about the youngsters that teach with me.
I have a picture of two of them, I tell her.
I flip back to May and show here these two.
They couldn’t ALL be this young! She says.
They are, I reply.
These are your TEACHERS?
I nod.
Good grief! She says. How old is the principal?
Sixteen maybe.
Categories:
disbelieving, age, school, teacher,
Form:
Light Verse
My Love
Deep into that darkness, kissing
As I open mine eyes it was missing
My Love
It should have been there
Seems though it didn't matter you don't care
Back into my memories treasuring
My mind always strays to storms
My Love
The lonely lover leaving
It was thieving, disbelieving, heaving!
Still is cleaving, still is cleaving
That moment my soul grew romance
I crave the silent, sweet sweep
Alas my sweetness Sleep, sleep, sleep!
4/23/19
Categories:
disbelieving, allah, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Why did you tell me
You loved me so much?
Why did you lie,
Then burn me with your touch?
They tell me to forget,
To just let you go.
I try, so hard,
But the tears still flow.
Why did you hurt me
Cutting me deep?
Why did you turn away,
Letting my wounds seep.
I heard the scorn in your voice,
Saw the hate in your eyes,
And stood, shocked, disbelieving
That our times were lies.
Why did you leave me
With a heart of stone?
Why did you laugh
And leave me here all alone?
Categories:
disbelieving, lost loveme, me,
Form:
Rhyme