Short Disuse Poems
Short Disuse Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disuse by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disuse by length and keyword.
rusted with disuse
heavy heart hammers in pain ~
spiders build cobwebs
10th January 2023
Lamarck’s ‘Theory of Use and Disuse’,
By giraffes seems subjected to misuse.
They learnt the table manners,
Eating through gaps of manors.
This photo of theirs gets million reviews!
Our demand is to accept the novelty,
we must recognize
All things in this world
has expiration date...
We must disuse matter
already worn..
let's live with this guideline,
this wisdom...
Desuetude is a state of disuse.
"The docks fell into desuetude."
Trump In State of Desuetude
Trump would find self in another feud;
He had fallen into a state of desuetude;
Things worsed;
Were cursed;
We wondered who next will be screwed.
Jim Horn
Neap tide rising by minutes
swirls me in upset sand
gritty
irritating
chaffing
catches in creases
of furrowed brow.
Washed up fodder
gifted from the sea
adds to my heap
of disuse.
Backtracks undent the
sand
unmarking my passage.
soft sunflower breath
days of lingering beauty -
hot shines heaven's eye
in shimmering grace
cheerful chirping of crickets -
silver coin disuse
As I fly away through broken dreams
The reins pull fiercly at my grip
For everything is not what it seems
As these words pass by mothers lip
She gives me all her words of wise
promises me them I must use
As my journey takes me to the skies
All I have learnt I must now disuse
For all those broken dreams
Were only waiting to be chased
I open my mind to my supreme
Life must not be lived in haste
Form:
I know you are here
in the stirring of tranquil air
disturbing the dust
awakening despair
why do you wander these pages
in stealth quietude
softly breathing breath
into shadowed solitude?
I know you are here
in these halls of disuse
that clatter and chatter
with long absent muse
why have you come
after years of dead days
to measure my bones
survey the decay?
~~~
I know you have gone now
and left me to be
for the dust settles 'round this
tome of misery