Short Goalposts Poems
Short Goalposts Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Goalposts by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Goalposts by length and keyword.
Ouroboros
shifting goalposts
desires hosted
by ghosts guarded...
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Categories:
goalposts, desire, fear,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Goalposts Shift
Goalposts shift, as we chase rainbows
Bemused by our own mind
Moment to moment, hunger grows
Until with love aligned
Trauma bonding with lust
Choosing pathways unjust
Love reservoir goes bust
Soul adrift
Goalposts shift
21-August-2021
Quietus...
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Categories:
goalposts, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The All of It
our fickle desire
pursuing shifting goalposts
cause of suffering
fear mirrors desire
contracting our consciousness
cause of delusion
detached nonchalance
aspect embrace-hold-release
vibrant emptiness
when head melds with heart
bliss continuum ingrained
in both form and void
23-February-2021...
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Categories:
goalposts, desire, fear, spiritual,
Form:
Haiku
Shifting Goalposts
Hark shifting goalposts
moved by ego’s ghosts,
named fear and desire,
we ourselves did sire.
Choosing then monk mode,
bliss our soul’s abode,
in the here and now,
if we but allow.
Nothing need be done;
God and we are one.
Conscience is His voice,
to listen, our choice.
14-September-2022...
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Categories:
goalposts, desire, fear, god,
Form:
Jueju
The Pathless Path
Bound by chains of gold,
soul growth’s put on hold.
Earth life plot thickens
as lust thrust quickens.
Prisoner of fear,
heart’s desires hold dear,
we thus trauma bond;
with ego abscond.
In dream world’s movie,
what will be will be,
yet as goalposts shift,
we find soul’s adrift.
Head and heart when linked,
with hues of love inked,
we become the light,
shining within bright.
12-May-2022...
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Categories:
goalposts, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
Good Or Bad????
i kicked a ball and watched it work.the goal posts went bezerk from the idea of
watching the ball work.the sudden move,the spin,all went in the goalpost
next thing i know a county cop wants to talk to me,wants to know why im recreatin
on my own time on city property.
guessing its his job,see,i told him i was off today and he said i was off in the
head.musta been my poetry man,or my kick.coulda been the talking
goalposts,guess ill never know....
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Categories:
goalposts, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry