Short Disfigured Poems

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


Premium Member Hollering Earth

Gilded with gold foil disfigured for most twilight In the August Heat.
Written; August 11, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member What Did We See

What did we see disfigured hunchback then a butterfly flits by ~ God in-dwells both forms 13-September-2022
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Clerihew Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith wrote plays&verse when he could
though disfigured with smallpox in childhood
Best known for'Deserted Village'
a discursive poem for that age
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Love's Tainted Portrait

shadowed abstract on canvas painting of disfigured hearts discolored by broken vows love's tainted portrait <<<<->>>> April 19, 2017
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Dodoitsu

The Diagnosis

This illness scampers behind me for all eternity
It strikes me down when I least expect it, my mind’s internal storm
It is permanently attached to my disfigured soul.
Form: Sijo


Ameowgamate

Fictional or not, there never was an actual biologically disfigured hunchback in French literature. There was only a very sensitive clever Guy who did not like to leave his cat home alone.
© Chris Conn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epigram

Mirror - Mirror

Old, Broken, Disfigured Bodies, wake to face another day


     Their Helping Hearts, Large with the Compassion of their Afflictions


     Mirror, Mirror, Who is the Fairest of Us All?
Form: Sijo

Regret

Bonfires of instruments play faded relics
of song.
Hungry enough to steal,fingers beg,know longer
do they hold a lover or hope.
I am a disfigured statue vandalized by currency
of regret.

Learning

I’m learning how to recognize 
the disfigured, defaced, disguised, 
multiplied, masked, dehumanized –

my companions, scantily clad 
in the social fabric – 
do you recognize me?

2004 Fall

Love Spreads On Toast

Lustifully
Overreaching
Vainly
Eager


Sensually
Public
Rendering
Everything
Alternatively 
Disfigured
Sexual


Optimistically
Neurotic


Teenaged
Overdone
Always
Sexually
Tired
Form: Acrostic

Acceptance

Water is not to be destined to it, This much the desert too has known And it lies calm, magnificent and daring. So why thou sit lamenting over life in strife Like the disfigured dry earth ground Ever craving for more....

Will You Suffer At Your Own Hands?

Will you suffer at your own hands?
A disfigured figure, a broken body
All 206 bones exposed to my eyes
When you lie in your bed,
Do you visualize your casket?
You need nourishment as you near death
So, fill your body with life
And fill your mind with worth
Form:

Tapestry

To thee I sing a dirge,
As I behold the mangled sight,
Pity, I couldn't turn back the hand of clock, or
Edit the disfigured pattern,
So grotesque as I watch, the
Time-worn piece in my front,
Reminding me of those far away years,
You came to be by my skilful hands.
art
Form: Acrostic

Mark My Words

Free from me, this gnawing Aggression;
To soften my Heart, concretely hard
Trampled under the Wheels of Progression-
Which have left me disfigured- scarred!

Via vox, I vow a pox,
Pour my hatred in unwav'ring Will
Mark my words, I shan't be stopped!
(But oft' my Hopes fall unfulfilled...)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dreams

Terrible dreams, nightmare hellish screams, tormented minds locked in a dream of unfathomable things of unthinkable things. Terrible dreams of tormented souls with half disfigured faces leaching into the minds of unknowing soul's. What dreams may come into the night probing fiercely into the minds to fright.
Form: Rhyme

Crow Calls

fourteen hundred children woke up and died
the squatting crows watched and waited
soon the many feet stopped stamping
stopped running
a cold clacking caw went up
black wings flew then hopped
amongst the burnt and disfigured
the guns stopped spitting
women came and went
their screams scattered the crows

Premium Member The Bread and the Blood

The Bread and the Blood

the bread
the body of
Christ, beaten and tortured
disfigured, His likeness marred
for me

the blood
flowing freely
from His hands, feet and side
cleansing me and washing away
my sin

both are
symbols of life
 that by His death He has 
set me free so that I can live
again
Form: Cinquain

Alcoholics

iconoclastic poets
with no evidence
of skill or polish
in the existing 
system of boredom
violence of love
unmasked and naked
splashed on the rites
of the system
threatening and powerless
risking anarchy for freedom
disfigured finds solace
in the clutches of
fermented purple grapes
we call them alcoholics
Form:

Premium Member Mission Accomplished - For Contest

Mission Accomplished – for contest


For if we are only human
we have separated ourselves
from our divinity

re-created ourselves
in our own disfigured
images and likeness’

gone forth preaching
to all nations the truth
of our godless inhumanity



8/19/2015

for KNOCK US DOWNWITH YOUR LINES – poetry contest

Premium Member The Colors of Hope

In the bleakest corners of Hell-Town
    midst playgrounds littered with glass
  Disfigured weeds stretch to the sky
    and no one's seen a blade of grass

  Where junkies openly ply their trade
    and cheap beer flows like lemonade
  A tiny woman, sure a saint, paints a rainbow
    ~ Wide-eyed children, the colors of hope
Form: Rhyme

It Was Definitely a Miracle

GOD KEPT THEM
IT WAS A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT
THE CAR WAS BADLY DISFIGURED
ROLLED OVER MULTIPLE TIMES
THEY LEFT OUT WITH ONLY A SCRATCH
CONTACTED THEIR FIANCE
BOTH AT THE SCENE
GIVING PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY KING
GOTTEN OUT, DOORS MAY HAVE BEEN LATCHED
IT WAS A MIRACLE
GOD HAD ANGELS WATCHING
IT IS A BLESSING
THEY ARE ALIVE
SURVIVED.

A Prisoner of My Own Poisonous Faults

take my broken spirit
add crushed glass
allow me to bleed out

take my broken heart
add gorilla tape and super glue
allow me to simply suffocate

take my bewildered mind
add every version of acid
allow me to be disfigured slowly

take my wilted self esteem
add a gun and an illegal bullet
allow me to fade away in careful gravity....loving you to death....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Unrequited Bond

Sometimes love is unrequited—
sometimes it shines,
like the moon and the stars.

But what if it’s siblings
who carry that silence?
A single word
separating five years of life.

Like wood that’s been broken—
no matter how many times
you saw, sand, and repair,
it never regains
its original shape.

And so we live,
close in blood,
but disfigured in heart.
_____________

Biting Nails

I bite my nails to keep
order, to keep them in line
I chew my fingers-
feast on the small
shreds of flesh to keep
them groomed-we don’t want
any outliers or any heads
poking out of the crowd-
it doesn’t look good.
That’s how they should be-
bloody disfigured and
inconsistent nails with
the bacteria from the dirt
and germs
going into my mouth.
I create 
scabs 
and 
hangnails 
and 
shreds.
© Tom Forke  Create an image from this poem.

Weird Chatter

Next Chapter-Dream Catcher
Disaster-Fear Factor
Here After-Mere Laughter
Wave Crasher-Weird Chatter
Base Smasher-Aye batter........
Aye batter batter Aye!!!!
Wondering Whether or not We're gonna
     Do something Today????!!!!!.....
Weird Bastards-Geared Backwards
Disfigured statures and Bone fractures
Squares, compasses and Protractors.
 Go Ask Your Throne Masters.......
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