Short Figment Poems
Short Figment Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Figment by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Figment by length and keyword.
Who am I?
Am I a figment of color
On a background of noise?
Am I an indecision?
What an I?
An idea lined by words?
Unknown.
framing of window
with external quietude
bright sound and verbose
figment of interloper
who discloses fancied facts
——— A FIGMENT OF CONSEQUENCE
the thermostat’s kept so low ~ my amputated phantom-pained toes freeze
(c) sally young eslinger 1/15/23
Lithe, graceful,
light as air
barely human,
a figment
of imagination,
vagrant dreams,
attraction
to like parts,
a certain lilting
smile.
WHAT CRUEL FATE
HAS TWISTED
THIS MESS
THIS MADNESS
THIS MONSTROSITY
THIS BLACK HOLE
OF A THING
INTO ME
WHOSE BLEAK VISION
WAS MADE REALITY.
What is faith
but a journey
What is time
but a moment
What is truth
but a figment
What is love
— but goodbye
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
imagination
a figment of some one's own
shows nothing real one
Won’t slip from
Mind’s eye of yore
Won’t let foil
The cull I’ll make
Live for truth
Not for figment
Just leave the past behind
09.05.17
The blood drips from the page.
Intoxicating smell perforates, ensues.
Taking back again. Female apparatus.
Figment of an over zealous imagination.
A dream, fantasy personified.
Honesty is always the best policy
Too bad our leaders are sub par, biologically
It's in their genes
You know what I mean
A figment of their distorted minds idolatry
Honesty is always the best policy
Too bad our leaders are sub par, biologically
It's in their genes
You know what I mean
A figment of their distorted minds idolatry
Honesty is always the very best policy
Too bad our leaders are sub par, biologically
It's in their genes
You know what I mean
A figment of their distorted minds idolatry
Her smile was like the dawning sun
Illuminating colors in my life;
Yet comes dusk she'll be reduced
Into a figment of my mind.
The joy brought by the thought of her
Is the woe of my emptiness.
I slip into a figment of imagination,
I find desire.
A place where I seek validation,
I become a Liar.
Our new human salvation,
I embellish the fire.
Social media: the place we all admire.
The Wind
Billowing trees, rustling leaves,
Moving objects through its breeze.
Cold air rushing down the path,
Just a figment, of nature’s wrath!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/19/15
Where is the child I seek?
Is it hiding or is it dead?
Has it long ago been amputated?
And it is the phantom that exists.
Or is its existence just a myth?
And only a figment in my mind’s labyrinth.
Whither thou goest?
Thy wither showest.
Ruddy in pigment,
but a wee figment.
In bas relief,
exceedingly brief.
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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's Our Puritan Mentality
The You I love is not the real You,
It is just the figment of You in the virtual world..
I don't even know whether You will ever pop out of the screen,
But if you do,I'm not sure whether I'll love the real You!
Money, money, money, the bane of our existence
First, you see it, then you don't, only exists by persistence
Perhaps a figment
Constantly mimicked
Not really real, too quick to be real, I need assistance
In a goofy world there are goofy people.
In a perfect world there are perfect people.
But in your world there is just you.
Everyone else is just a figment of your imagination.
Now stop daydreaming and get back to work.
S himmering girth cloaking my footsteps
H ologram dredging my fleeting essence
A bridging lines covering time and space
D iminishing returns of temporal being
O utline coarsely cloning my dimensions
W ispy figment mocking my visual acuity
Your dreamy bold curious unstable eyes
Juicy lips mounted with sober plausible sexy ties
Though silent yet propulsive pensive piercing voice
Curly hair, bare shoulder possessing fervid demise
All is enough to drive my sincere soul over flies
When I was a little girl
I had an imaginary ghost friend
whose name was Near
everyone always
thought for sure
that she was so much
a real little girl
but little did they knew
she was nothing
but a figment of my childish imagination
distance, distant
trinket, shrinking
figment, thinking
spirit, stigma
instant, vision
wilting, listen
bidden, dripping
infant, sickness
pregnant, stringent
silent, client
2/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
i am a figure, a mystery person, you don't know me, i want to be a poet, i want to be a surgeon. i am not real, a figment of your imagination, i am a shadow, i am your creation. i am a life driver, and a late arriver, i survived life, i am a soul survivor.