Short Fairing Poems
Short Fairing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fairing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fairing by length and keyword.
Coffee~
Cherry,
Woodroast,
Dairy,
Crew crops-
berrying...
Due drops-
swearing-
Simulated over-wearing,
and the asymmetric comparing...
It's done with us and fairing,
that we no longer do anything for jerry.
Categories:
fairing, adventure, dark, deep, encouraging, extended metaphor, fish,
Form:
Ballade
People ask me how I'm fairing
I say I'm fine by just declairing
One single tear a day
I cry my love silently away
One single tear that's all
For a memory I may recall
One single tear bereft
Of happiness and hope that left
One single tear for her
The one who made my heart to soar
( for Paula Swanson's Tear contest )
Categories:
fairing, lost love
Form:
Couplet
I have come to give you life;
Don't be foolish be wise;
Be careful for nothing;
Somethings are fairing;
Don't be afraid
Ashamed of your wrong choices;
You have the power to change;
Renew your mind, heart voices;
Be sincere mercies graces intents;
Forgives when you submit, just sincerely commit
Stop being weary... justRepent
6/17/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
fairing, appreciation, confidence, encouraging, forgiveness,
Form:
Limerick
To live without a poem
Is like life without form,
Poetry is my gene
Intoxicating me like gin,
When my mind becomes ballistic,
I pick up my pen to become realistic,
I will starve greatly if I don't write daily.
I wonder how some are fairing
When they live without daily writing,
Meditation and perpetual reading.
Poetry is a mirror
That exposes societal horror
To live without a poem
Is a life without form.
Categories:
fairing, art, beautiful, best friend, blessing, books, confidence,
Form:
Sonnet
A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.
Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in languishment,
Once cowered behind the stars.
Not an eye unopened,
Nor a God that sleeps.
Categories:
fairing, angst, deep, night, self, sleep,
Form:
Free verse