Short Eking Poems
Short Eking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eking by length and keyword.
The Eke Eek
Struggling for so long
Eking it look so easy
They don’t believe me...
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Categories:
eking, mental health,
Form:
Light Verse
Vignette-Under the Greenwood Tree
On common land,within the wood
Eking a living as best they could,
Betwixt Roundhead & Cavalier,they stood-
These children of the new forest
Adventures filled ,with youthful zest.
(Frederick Marryat-Children of the New Forest)...
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Categories:
eking, childhood, people,
Form:
Narrative
Each God Given Day
A bird’s life …
Mean and meager
Eking out
A hard existence
Each and every day…
Yet always they strive
Are e’er eager
Existing out of
Pure persistence
Each and every day…
And wrest the best
From their meager
Subsistence
And take
what they’re given
…From each God given day…
...
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Categories:
eking, appreciation, bird, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Ode
Seeing Off My Guests
Fast wind sees off a dying year
The sense of fall strong
Hurriedly I see off my guests to my hometown
The Double Ninth Day is near
I wish my friends to cheer
Eking out a living as alien here
Has cost me half a year
Nice teachers I see everywhere
What a book of lessons dear
I read The Story of A Stone to my ear
(1975)...
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Categories:
eking, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse
November's Saint
November’s Saint
I watch Truman’s Capote's tale
in November
the south, trapped in frost
bare, naked to the eye
a penury of snow
like poor folk clothes
hardly enough to cover
the jagged edges of bones.
a boy eking out love
as a winter bird
searches for warmth
huddled against the wind.
days sad and drab
the only colour in paper kites
and dime movies
shared with a friend....
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Categories:
eking, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Amidst the Mist
Amidst the mist, perchance!
The besieged me, accentuates..
gamboling at that ephemeral glance,
The demure Soul for a moment, eluates.
Defying every dulcet wrath,
with my erstwhile prudent..
eking out, what I ever hath,
ineffable! yet a halcyoninan incipient.
I ride astride now, towards then..
from what is lurking afore,
groping the gossamer, to a glen,
where emollience rise only to inure.....
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Categories:
eking, identity,
Form:
Rhyme