Short Exile Poems
Short Exile Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Exile by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Exile by length and keyword.
My bewitched heart is bleeding
The burden of the banished
Bubbly times we buried into eachother
The butterfly of my dreams
Though bleak times never seemed so bad
Her cryptic change overnight,
Left her in a barren land,
Scorned, buffeted, disregarded
Contemplating death.
By: Sabina Nicole
The exile
No matter how far
To the other side of the moon
if you like
Sadness follows an exile.
Never at ease
Thinking of what is forsaken
Finding it impossible
To find the way back home.
The exile
No matter how far
To the other side of the moon
if you like
Sadness follows an exile.
Never at ease
Thinking of what is forsaken
Finding it impossible
To find the way back home.
The sea calls to me
Mermaids to guide a Ghost Ship
To far distant shore
Voyage of the damned
Journeying into exile
Led by siren's song
Sailing to anchor
Off a lost soul paradise
Sailor's redemption
My bane the Ghost Ship
Carries me off forever
I will not be saved...
And because love passed quickly,
I like less and less
of everything that reminds me of us.
I'm withdrawing,
away from the noises,
of rumors and pain.
now is that time
where I can't stand anything.
I just want that table over there in the corner,
a glass of water
and the least of the world, please!
Seconds hunger
days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams
Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again
Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve
One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
In the darkness he tapped his cane
The sound, tap tap tap
Knowing well to return again
On the path he had tapped
His spirit lit a lamp inside
In a private lonely place
For him to see or to hide
Behind his empty face
Slowly tap tap tapping
Where he again can find
The secrets he is mapping
And keep within his mind
Leaving the reality behind;
the bounds of gravity
life itself became just an after-life;
a netherworld of existence,
a spirit world of flesh,
a wasteland of bones,
an ossuary of dreams,
a necropolis of emotions.
For my soul yearns for you,
who live among the clouds,
high above the ribbons of sunlight.
For you, my love
I would choose to leave;
to exile from this verisimilitude.
To write from silence,
Merton's spoken silence--
True mind, free mind,
No-mind,
Land mine.
Dangerous territory
Errupts as the
Tenants of self get sucked into
The crevasse of freedom.
Like Moses sending the
Ten Commandment tablets
Crashing into the trouble makers' midst--
The ground opened,
The ground swallowed up
As Mother Earth took back her own.
Forty years of freedom in exile followed.
The planet blue in orbit flies
in detached depressing space, –
me God expelled from paradise,
I roam in darkness disengaged.
Cast net here, there – all in vain:
I cannot catch the golden fish,
all living things will fade away
in the entire world unleashed.
The planet tilted forward flies;
lie hungry I in the sun`s spot –
me God expelled from paradise,
an` I shall merge with cosmos cold.
The poor man is still in grief;
He was being linked with a thief!
A real big blow to A Chief…
Thrice he’d tried a spiced-up beef
But the glad bites turned out brief;
“Spreading wide is wrong belief;
To that beef holds no relief.”
He’d be leaving for some reef,
There to not be reaching beef:
Agreed place of his exile;
To stay there not for a while…
No one wants again his guile…
His case files: Stacked-high pile.
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They dried up his pen,
And kept him alive, by
Feeding him garbage,
Reducing his pride.
They dried up his pen
And left him some verbs,
With no known subjects,
Babbles or blurbs.
They exiled the author,
Told him to scream
Without any noise,
Or flashy extremes,.
They exiled the author
And left him to rot,
And gave him a pencil,
A pen and a cot
No more rhymes said the author
In fact, it is true
It looks like the author
Is....
He had pulled in many springs
but failed to find a heaven.
Asked not to look away. In
absences he tried to enter
the wounds again. An aboriginal
pain flies over my shoulder.
A spiritual failure of mankind ?
Counting unctuously the birds nesting
on an invisible tree.
This narration has no vocabulary.
Only oily sounds of original
lunacy. You want to cover
an empty canvas. A self-portrait
was abandoned after
the cloudburst of slogans.
Satish Verma
I wanted to have refuge
in Atlantis...
what, atlantis
does not exist...!
I wanted to run away to
the space...but the
man turned it it
in space junk...
it will be necessary to die
to find
exile...?
there is some
place, locus where
i may be
in peace ?
alive...
Some landscape
untouched,
inhospitable...?
desert island,
jungle...
backlands...
anywhere
it urges me, I need...
a place for
in exile to
rest
of this world...
crazy world...
SOS !...
Gone into exile
To be out of sight
Not because of crime
But base on devine
The plan is to win
Not to be seen always.
Gone into exile
Just to revive
Fighting to survive
Energy is contagious
Some people are draining
They leave when it's raining
Comes around when it becomes sunny.
Gone to exile
Not to hide
But to abide by the light
Delighted for self awareness
To be yourself
You have to master yourself
Self mastery is a power to endowed.
Its not what you see..Always..Who can see always anyway.? Well I know.' I know
Silly question Father.' It was re...Oh you knew..' Anyway I..? No cause in reality me
Its not..Now say for instance i was
talking
On the phone no visuals..And i say you are a
Christian..And the answer comes no i
Am a muslim..? Now what can i do? if it was
Not ' my word?' I have to consider carefully, i cannot, never exclude God
He is inside me.' I must persevere in these
Earthly shoes.)
Yesterday my pen ran out of ink
Today I’m drowning in much sorrow
As of right now, I dread tomorrow
Life and all it entails just stinks
Lately all I’ve felt is pure gloom
I’m surrounded by clouds of darkness
No longer do I pursue happiness
I feel like my world is doomed
I have absolutely no reason to smile
Sadness has taken over my soul
I have no desire to become whole
I live in a state of eternal exile
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Exiled from home,
My heart is heavy
With an ever-present ache
Only family can heal
Clinging to the hope
Of being whole,
I spend each hour
In silent anguish
For grief has carved fresh wounds
Where waves of sorrow flood,
As I sink ever deeper
Into darkness
But as despair reaches
To pull me under
With her cold, unfeeling hands,
My soul refuses to drown
For I am buoyed by a love
That can never be taken,
And can never be broken,
Even as my heart breaks.