Short Febrile Poems

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

When you enter a certain age
your opinions don't count
In the West age does not carry consideration
for the aegis of youth prevails
with your Tik Tok and Instagram
instant accords of the febrile mind

© Antony Glaser  

A BRITTLE RETROSPECTIVE
provocative 
 innovative
   sensibilities
seminal
decorous
  imitations

experiments
 impeccably 
   ingenious
determination
of
febrile
  serendipity 
in
possibilities 
of
myriad 
  perspectives

© Brian Strand  

Chromed blade promptly
With adroit, raw incisions
Separates toxic, mounting mass

Unsterilized weeping fears
Tourniquet burnt
By caring eyes separated

Self-victimization 
Flooding the dark room
With febrile infectious tears

Incessant wakened hours pass
The phantom poison 
Remains flowing

© Charles Fuller  

"Oel ngati kameie"

Oh, my
Sweetness
If only you'd see me
With eyes of this aching essence
What scrumptious trouble we could find ourselves
In the weeping glow of the sacred tree
Drops of the mad moon, trickling
From your lips ... to mine
Such febrile fun
Delicious and ...
Dark.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Mid December Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

© Gregory Richard Barden  

Once,drenched in mournful tears,
'neath the timid soul in fear;

Now,burning in anguish's flames.

Once,trodden and unheard,
Battered and bruised; 

Now,searing in febrile waves.

And once fragile and tamed,
A prisoner of your whim;
A slave of your caprice;

Now, ready to unshackle the chains.

So behold me,
As i surge high;
As i fly away;

Once,caged in your vile world;
Never ever again !
Never ever again !

Never.Ever.Again

© Nitika Singh  

Counting every hour,
minutes marked in blood,
seconds weighed in tears—
waiting for the flood.

So precious at first, all the firsts:
hummingbird-heart memories,
both febrile and lucid,
a fantasy of feathered dreams.

Your hand around my heart
as you slid the truth off my wrist—
a deft sleight of hand,
misdirected as we kissed.

Where did we go, beneath the waves,
breathing water, searching shore—
a brush, a taste, missed memory,
a trick of the light, nothing more.

© Josh Anderson