Short Dithered Poems
Short Dithered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dithered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dithered by length and keyword.
Freedom Fighters
'Freedom Fighters'
The mordacious horde had spent the last cartridge
to loiter or elicit partisan justice the mob dithered
then they shackled their foes to be wizened in time
Families died in any case regardless of a trivial trifle
27th March 2017...
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Categories:
dithered, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Moments Are Melancholy
Moments are melancholy
Because, lives have been lost
People are in a state of bewilderment
Dithered, confused, and distraught
Nothing but a chaotic scene
Filled with lots of bitterness
With tragic events in London and Colombia
Many people are sullen and filled with emptiness...
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Categories:
dithered, loneliness, loss, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Saving Grace
Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...
Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know...
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Categories:
dithered, angel, destiny, fantasy, heaven, sea, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
The Troubled Faith
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.
I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.
The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.
Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.
The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
dithered, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?
The Troubled Faith
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.
I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.
The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.
Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.
The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back ?
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
dithered, art
Form:
I do not know?