Short Flinty Poems
Short Flinty Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flinty by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flinty by length and keyword.
Silent Flinty face
no emotion, life fed up
Broken heart with in
Categories:
flinty, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
My soul feels the hard rub of life
so relentless, this flinty grinding
as I cram through narrow passages,
crawling on my hands and knees
towards the salvation of your touch
Categories:
flinty, dark, desire, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
A valley of hope stares up
at hills of despair
where shuttered cottages groan
despite the fresh air
Flowers bloom down below
in neat garden beds
bright-colored lilies grow
flinty valley overspread
Categories:
flinty, flower, hope, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve long forged flinty chains,
Stamped out and branded, my restraints,
Given voice to contented folly
Then pierced my heart with demon holly.
To assess blame with shame,
Spilling stain upon my name,
Is laid across my shattered feet
As ultimately I compose my defeat.
Categories:
flinty, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Widower
In the miner’s shack
the vase on the dresser
squats beneath
a giant cactus
planted by hands
flinty and callused.
“When Mona was here,
this vase got roses,
and lots of water.
After she left
I gave it this cactus.
It never needs water.”
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
flinty, lost love
Form:
Free verse
Flinty and Callused
In this miner’s shack
the vase on the dresser
squats beneath
a giant cactus
planted by hands
flinty and callused.
“When Mona was here,
this vase got roses,
nothing else.
After she left
I gave it this cactus.
It never needs water.”
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
flinty, loss
Form:
Free verse
These hands mend minds and massage maimed muscles
These hands protect the powerless providing strength to suffering souls
These hands rarely rest, they’d rather
Save sinners souls from flinty fires
Carry cold welcoming waters toward the thirsty
Fetch food for famished fellows
These hands are always here
Categories:
flinty, friendship
Form:
Alliteration
Saints and Sinners
The smile is broad
But the heart is bile
an outstretched hand is birthed
from a saintly pouch
But alas, such as richly coated
but with a shortened desire
A frail passion
A flinty heart
devoid of piety
thus encapsulated
within a virtuous being
Whereby Enrobing both saints and sinners
Categories:
flinty, care, deep, motivation,
Form:
Narrative
Hs worn hands, they tell a story --
The furrows where his trusty saw rested
The closed wounds from rusty nails
The bent fingers from flinty hammer blows
The swollen redness from carrying metal pails
Once soft and smooth, now creased and hard
His hands may well be old and worn
~ Yet his conscience remains unscarred
Categories:
flinty, age, body, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
flinty, angst, depression, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
It’s a Magic Biscuit
Tender, flaky
Round of course
Golden contours
Awaiting hungry, stretching lips
The Magic Biscuit
Answers many riddles
And asks a few, too…
“How will I taste?”
“Will my flavor and texture
please you?”
“Are you thankful for me?”
All to be revealed in due time
To those deemed worthy…
Both fawning supplicants
And flinty-eyed riddlers
Certainly welcome to apply
The Magic Biscuit
Provides, heals, teaches
Sometimes scolds…
Accepts
Behold the Magic Biscuit
Symbol of Hope
Categories:
flinty, allegory, magic,
Form:
Blank verse
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.
Categories:
flinty, betrayal, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme