Short Extraneous Poems

Short Extraneous Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Extraneous by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Extraneous by length and keyword.


Premium Member MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR

MOTIVES OF ENDEAVOUR
restored
  ideas
in
a
  palpable 
catharsis
of
   inward
    meditative 
resolve

unspoilt
  untainted 
disparate
   patterns
with
   enthusiastic
convictions 
&
presumed
 affinity
  apprehended 
intact
 with
   scope
    & clarity
of
  extraneous 
    exclusive
binding
styles
Form: Verse


Premium Member The Eyes

The Eyes

Destroys my life eyes
Nice and clean, glittering
Loving hot honest eyes

Remote life and landscapes
The eyes reflect this to me
Bringing closer life and love

Loved future in the eyes
Diamond gaze, extraneous 
Attracted my life, demonic

Your eyes my ocean
I am swimming in your life
Loving you my dark heart

And
Loved 
You

A
blind

Picture This

61 Chevy Impala  S S 
Black sleek loaded with chrome

Parked at quick shop that morning
Not far from my home

The only extraneous decor than
that described above

A bumper sticker of Sylvester the 
Cat sending everyone his love

It really popped with his
bright red nose saw it and had to laugh

Block lettered in the blackest type
reading thusly....  Kith My Ath
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Failure To Come To a Complete Stop

Auto battery. 
Clicking.
Depleted energy.
Feeling grumpy, harried, 
Impatiently jump-start Kia.
Leave Mom’s neighborhood.
Octagonal, purely quintessential red sign taunts. 
Upping velocity, willfulness exacerbated, you zoom…

Yikes!

Extraneous white vehicle (undercover) trumpets sirens.
Realization quickens… Pegged!
Officer notes makeshift license knowingly.
Jail imbues hastily.
Gaining freedom – eight-thousand dollars cash.

Busted again.
Form: ABC

A Labor of Love

I take you down and look you over,
you've seen better days. 
Not so young as you used to be,
and you smell musty. I lay you open
and begin my examination.
I take off your jacket.
In all honesty much of your language 
is extraneous, in need of editing. 
Simple is as simple does. 
You're green and moldy, 
and rough around the edges; 
you'll need a good rubbing with linseed oil.
I close your pages, 
and put you back on the shelf, 
a labor of love for another day.
Form: Verse


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