Short Discolor Poems
Short Discolor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Discolor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Discolor by length and keyword.
Poetry is terminal, incurable-
it manifest words around the heart, mine and soul
hopefully it won’t discolor the skin but;
for around the eyes.
Categories:
discolor, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!
Written on 3/29/2021
Categories:
discolor, autumn, beauty, color, flower, nice, seasons, sunshine,
Form:
Alliteration
Salix Discolor had escaped my view
Living in south that would be nothing new
How I could enjoy your beauty in spring
When only one Weeping Willow see through
Gray-haired bloom so distintive against red
Beauty like fur coat of cat that's purebred
Salix Discolor stands still while wind's wing
Transports young where no other foot has tread
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:*****willow or Daffodil
Written: Today February 28, 2012
Categories:
discolor, nature, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
The years pass
but the soul doesn't
accept...
The body
undergoes changes,
that heart
rejects...
the legs creak
as if they were
teeth, and the
teeth fall out
as if they were
drunk...
The body ages,
but not the soul
of child...
The skin, the fur,
the hair if
discolor, but
the spirit if
maintain it fixed
at the age that
it suits us:
we all stay
in thirty or
forty, because
we all desire
reach hundred but
not now... reach
hundred...!
Categories:
discolor, age, allegory, allusion, analogy, extended metaphor, journey,
Form:
Free verse
the cry of one shall fade
among the masses
consumed
by wailing tongues
of ululation
the heart of one shall shrivel
denied
connection
to its roots
discolor
in its death
the eyes of one shall stare
blank hope
scanning
the darkened crust
of time
the hands of one shall cling
to an endless
emptiness
caressing that
which is no more
the voice of one shall curse
the will of men
laid dormant
at the feet
of their gods
John G. Lawless
©6/6/2018
Categories:
discolor, war,
Form:
Free verse