Short Dissolution Poems
Short Dissolution Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dissolution by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dissolution by length and keyword.
So: Are you resolute to resolve to resolve to be resolute?
Or: Do your resolved resolutions devolve into dissolution?
MEDITATION
An aqueous solution
Bound to dissolution
Whose only solution
Is meditation.
Dla, 12/11/14
JAAFAR SADIG EL WAAD
When life suades one to dissolve
In water, merge in fire
This is surrender, dissolution of desire
Here begins every solution: cosmic resolve
edges loosen,
names unbutton themselves,
and every meaning wanders off~
a quiet migration
of once-certain things
into the softness of becoming
Shortly after we had met, I let you break through my illusion,
Because I wanted to save us of any confusion.
My profound love for you will never fall into dissolution.
The temperate swoosh of grand sea in the bathtub half full.
Sudden ripple of thunder and lightning in competitive swim.
Dissolution of soap and shampoo, bare naked towel.
7/31/2018
should be solution
to republican pollution
their dissolution
they hesitated
was not premeditated
highly debated
chew the fat
let me pray on that
while I pet my cat
Bishop Michael Curry
"Crazy Christians."
Dissolution emptiness;
Translates into rainy life;
Constraining
Transit passion
Dire embracement
Desolation life constraining
Transients
Passion Embrace desire
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
In a dim, desolate bog,
between the wavering shadows,
a violet shows its clear blue face
to the wan, desultory sun—
a sweet, pristine reminder
of perennial rotations—
rebirth, dissolution,
waxing from the waning;
all haunting and sublime.
The issue of kids' education
is tearing apart our nation
Time for a 'Green Revolution'
So here's a two-step solution:
One, public schools' dissolution
Two, replace schools with camp
Happy kids learning useful skills
~ A welcome revamp
O fickle moon!
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the skies you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
as reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in throes of dissolution.
O fickle moon, caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the skies you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation,
night surrenders to the light
as reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in the throes of dissolution.
O fickle moon, caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the skies you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation,
night surrenders to the light
as reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in the throes of dissolution.
O fickle moon,
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the skies you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
as reveries fade.
O passionless pale face,
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in the throes of dissolution.
O fickle moon!
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the heavens you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
and reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in throes of dissolution.
O fickle moon!
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the heavens you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
and reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a dying rose
in throes of dissolution.
Here is offered a solution
For those who would live free
In this time of dissolution
To revitalize our country
Procure a giant circular saw
Sporting the most teeth that ever be
And with a healthy dose of hoopla and hurrah
Cut out the nation's capital, and throw it in the sea
O fickle moon!
caretaker of souls
who chase their dreams
across the heavens you
waver now, and waste away
in quiet desperation;
night surrenders to the light
and reveries fade.
O passionless pale face!
barely transparent,
bloodless as a failed rose
in the throes of dissolution.
The golden age of both time and space
Between the lines of hate
You're beauty, always embraced
Force feeding loving memories
I swallow, letting go
Remembering his eyes
The eyes of promise, dissolution
He leaves, always, forever
My love, alone but for a second
Blue and brown, the description
Of my past, beloved
Money, divorced from fame
Divorced from talent
Divorced from blame
Feelings, divorced from logic
Divorced from judgment
Divorced from pain
Words, divorced from reasons
Divorced from praise
Divorced from gain
Divorced from the moment
Divorced from the instant
Time—divorced again
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Quiet Darkness
Quiet darkness envelop me
winged intruder, lights dissolution
soar beyond day’s raucous din
Leave me in somber solitude
seek solace in myself, soul intact
beyond lacerating tongues
Reviling others call “nevermore, nevermore”
unwashed congregation, nor unholy pact
pull me from a life forsworn.
Stephen (Stoic)
Form:
Look to the horizon
And see what's left of day,
A quiet dissolution
Of the thoughts that came our way.
The past is etched in memory
Like a sculpture in the sand;
Slowly it is worn away
By time's impassive hand.
'Til in some future moment,
When we trace a memory,
The detail will escape us
Like the sand that's washed to sea.
Listen to poem:
Dark crown positions an imminent moon,
while the car benign a simple swan tune,
by a male world-renowned steady croon,
quaffs from a sweetheart, abrupt swoon,
as twain souls dissolution, way too soon,
while a solo spirit on, strangely immune,
limits another whose heart is now hewn,
of an unsalted berry to a strained prune.
2019 December 31
Am I not a Son of the Sun?
And as a Scion duty demands dissemination...
My gift to you then lays in the ability to find Balance
by pointing out the fulcrum
It is not enlightenment that I offer up, that is your path to walk...
I offer stillness and deconstruction
I offer peace by dissolution
One does not reallly begin to know self, until there is no self...
Listen to poem:
Phenomena of the Dawn
David J Walker
Sometimes the silence was true to its name
Allowing the quiet to remain
In its breathe deep Stage 5 rim sleep refrain
In visions of times that have not passed
A password wrapped tight in
A sibylline Delphian daydream at night
Envision the vain dissolution of the
Daydreams remains as the
Phenomenon of the dawn
Sets in