Short Discomfort Poems
Short Discomfort Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Discomfort by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Discomfort by length and keyword.
Destruction
of self image
is the discomfort
perhaps the terror
of encountering
the absent self~
a story of rescue~~
great pleasure in self-torment;
the more painful, the better.
Addicted to discomfort,
feeding it with glee!
Date written: 06/17/2021
In church, I sat just behind you
And saw how your discomfort grew
You knelt down to pray
And blew me away
Yet all you can tell me is, "pew"?
ego urge
gives rise to
discomfort
whilst heart’s bliss
purrs gently
time dissolves
let us choose
agape love
heaven’s here
30-May-2023
Tricube
body discomfort must take a backseat
for this moment is animated with bliss
a surreal elixirous mist engulfs our form
of rapture borne by Divine Mother’s kiss
The look of one abandoned
Blown, and screechy, through
A rouge's aired haunt, to.
Yet no discomfort therein
Prowls, as well, thought-free
Wonderment's, knows he.
N...Noose
E...Especially overrated
C...Choker with pendulum
K...Known nuisance to many men
T...Tolerated by status quo
I...It spells discomfort
E...Evil symbol
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She screams out in pain
Anguish and exhaustion painted on her face
If I had it within my power
Her discomfort I would erase
As she gives birth to our son
My balls ache.
You’ve grabbed them like you own them.
You twist them, squeeze them,
Slowly crush them.
You make me beg you to stop,
Then order me to kiss your hand.
Snap.
Casting heart over the high cliff-
Unknowning the flowing direction,
With the soul as spread forth wings of faith.
Praying for poetry winds to current me,
Above the mindset of everyday discomfort.
Form:
i worry about you-
tornado breeze brushing
past, rushing fast towards
nowhere with ease. could
you ever breathe? accept
destiny & feed? i seethe with
discomfort, unable to
settle & grieve properly.
Believe it or not, this word's in the dictionary
“Discomfort from eating too much” nice imagery
“Crapulence” sounds witty
Not really very pretty
A routine so we don't become big and billowy
Day's drama comes to a drop
Deep blinds disseminated
Disclosing the doors of dusk
Deathly deafness developed
Darkness deters and dwindles
Discomfort and drudgery
Downtime for an endless deal
Place : 4
Believe it or not, this word's in the dictionary
“discomfort from eating too much” nice imagery
“Crapulence” sounds shitty
Not really very pretty
A daily routine so we don't become big and billowy
I go unsatisfied
I vacation in discomfort
My heart will never be whole
My soul will never be free
I live in tragedy
Every second agonizes me
And I don’t know how to change it
Or if I even can
God, grant me serenity
He is not a monarch
Possibly an inquisitive moth
His black lines are distinct, drawn on by a heavy marker
reddish orange body contrasts with miniscule white dots
He stays around a bit, curiously watching our discomfort
Words never spoken
Words never said
Fills the mind with wonder
Holding places for pain
In what’s not said, fear resides
Discomfort holds you close
Moments seems like hours
Staring with hope
It hurts not be acknowledged
Lilacs blooming
out of my eyes
give me an utterly
gorgeous demise.
If I pull them out
I still can't see;
it's getting increasingly
harder to breathe.
What can I do?
Nobody sees
the discomfort induced
by these glorified weeds.
Is the silence tht tht caus discomfort at nights, the space between the sheets, the distance between u and i, hw i wish life was much more simple, until then my thouts still stay anonymous to the futur ahead, stil wondering wht tomorrow my bring..
THE VIRTUOSO
on stage
see the picket lines
row after row
and the far vault
gone any dress discomfort
just him
brilliance fame?
presence expectation?
not a concern
just him alone
and how does his part begin?
Dave Austin
I surrender sorrow
welcoming the grief
of your touch
my heart beats erratic
breath labors aching sides
and yet discomfort
is intoxicating
in simplicity
too incredible to deny
let eyes swell
burst in reverence
there is no shame
to shed a tear
Woes
disrupt
peace of mind.
Who to lean on?
There’s no one to call,
hard swallows make it worse.
Stillness just brings discomfort,
start moving and use that focus!
A thousand tasks talk inside my head,
orbiting around they won’t be rubbed out.
Suffocation, is that the word
For this lessening strength within?
This discomfort needing fresh air
Gently stirring, encouraging
How can I pack treasures to move?
"Stuff" to go, and then, begin.
-EvelynPearl Anderson
Outlook On Pain
Miracle Man
4/17/2024
God didn’t promise,
that I’d have no trials.
Nor that all my days,
would be filled with smiles.
Some days things occur,
that induce a frown.
But no temporary discomfort,
will keep me down.
In the fragility of dreams, I am
young -always young- and in a good dream
I am my best self once again.
All my senses are intact -
normal as they should be!
Discomfort has fled,
for nothing plagues
me, and then
I wake
up.
May 18, 2020