Short Dustbins Poems
Short Dustbins Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dustbins by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dustbins by length and keyword.
The days fly by
one and the same
too busy to pause
to earn their own name
Unearthly winds
sweep moments away
into dustbins of perdition
painted colorless gray
Categories:
dustbins, color, day, identity, image,
Form:
Rhyme
Persons finished with last breath rest in peace
All good souls become choirs of adoration
Royalty, earthly power left in dustbins here
All bodyguards and servants expelled
Direct communication to earth a taboo
Inmates talk without talking
Satan’s deception and conspiracy thwarted
Earthly pleasures and sorrows left in clouds
Categories:
dustbins, allusion, paradise,
Form:
Acrostic
The highest human honour
to the dead
is to put them away
in glorified dustbins
when their presence
makes no more sense
to the living.
When Death strikes,
let no one
make a fortune
of the victim's misfortune.
Death you heard
struck somewhere
lays an ambush
for all of us.
Sometime,somehow
something is sure
to walk someone
into his ambush.
Sometime,somehow.......
Categories:
dustbins, death,
Form:
Free verse
Lunar eclipse plunges me in shadow.
Orbital, I spin in the dark.
Nebulas, I am insignificant amongst many,
Extra-terrestrial, alone and apart.
Limbic, I drift with creation.
Interstellar, I reunite with my past.
Neutron stars, immense galaxy dustbins,
Eat planets while I watch, aghast.
Severance, I have never felt so keenly,
Screaming, cart-wheeling, into the dark.
Categories:
dustbins, anxiety, fear, loneliness, loss, stars, universe,
Form:
Acrostic
Coloured dustbins.
A sun beats down increasing thoughts to fly;
as waves look so dark blue then they crash in the sky;
future amused me when the clocks walk through my eye;
a shambles of concrete on roman roads that want to die;
the fields are a haven once everywhere full of rye;
a place full of coloured dustbins because we never thought why;
a job in an office with a window to remind him there's a world passing by.
Categories:
dustbins, absence,
Form:
I do not know?
Neon fingers
banish the remnants of the day
Dustbins loiter ominously
blurry eyed
The Night people slide in between
Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses
as heckled men face electric spears
Stet the occasion
A drawbridge opens
staining the gangster day
Outstretched palms
preclude the day
Jewelled ghost trains
ordinately take you
further away
Velvet dolls with a brainy side
watch stale commissioners slide
Star clad ingénues infuriated evermore
Categories:
dustbins, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse