Short Disfigurement Poems
Short Disfigurement Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disfigurement by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disfigurement by length and keyword.
Wait Five Minutes
Don't like the weather... wait 5 minutes, then shoot yourself in the face
An old saying with a twist but better than leaping face first into a fireplace
Surely would be painful
Maybe even fatal
Need to wear a mask to disguise your disfigurement at the marketplace...
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Categories:
disfigurement, weather,
Form:
Limerick
Wait Five Minutes
Don't like the weather... wait 5 minutes, then shoot yourself in the face
An old saying with a twist but better than leaping face first into a fireplace
That surely would be painful
Maybe even distasteful
Need to wear a mask to disguise your disfigurement at the marketplace...
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Categories:
disfigurement, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Mistakes
My mind unrecognizable
A twisted disfigurement of reality
Memories always haunting me
Mistake after mistake
Determined my future
Constant anguish
Abides in my soul
All this suffering I have caused
Tears my soul apart
Will I ever prepare to make amends
Or will fear of rejection
Overwhelm me...
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Categories:
disfigurement, corruption, depression, emotions, memory, pain,
Form:
I do not know?
The Stare
A primate with disfigurement...
His stare, facing back at me...
A crystal he was holding...
his light ascended truthfully...
His wild cry escaped-with defiant will...
This dream no script pretend...
his judgement sorely with impale
his identity has been refused...
his freedom in deep detail...
Soon the same will fall to some...
due to cruelty and abuse...
His denial remains,
his life locked somewhere in his truth......
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Categories:
disfigurement, art, death, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
The Reservoir of Mind
The reservoir the very thought...
...lay rippling...
detour at thought I leaped...
Cascading memory...
distant found respect...
recall upon thought provoked...
in distant sound I dwell...
To stardom once disfigurement...
the message I do tell...
To rescue ones' desire...
To enable delicate touch...
To breathe the nearer reservoir...
The detour I do trust...
With passion we prevail...advance
To linger in the memory...
Thought rippling with dance
...reservoir still rippling...
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Categories:
disfigurement, art, passion,
Form:
Concrete