Short Gry Poems
Short Gry Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gry by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gry by length and keyword.
A Home
Sometimes
I long for
that room
inside
of me
that will
pull me in
from the
threshold
of myself
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, anxiety, emotions, how i feel, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond Beyond
There is a life
behind the mirror
beyond
my features
beyond
my skin
where
a soul
is sliding
along
a beating heart.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, devotion, heart, identity, life, self,
Form:
Free verse
Eternity
All these days
stretched out
like
a
c l o t h e s l i n e
The shirt
hanging
waving to the wind
over there
now
gone.
© Gry W. Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, death, emotions, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes I Forget His Name
Sometimes
I forget his name
there are cavities
in love too
dark gaps
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories
pulsate.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, break up, emotions, lost love, love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Silencio
again this silence
between
me and myself
suffocating
in this room
everything
is
and
everything
isn't
I hear
somewhere
a thought
breaking.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, absence, feelings, loneliness, silence,
Form:
Free verse
To Be Ignored
Just ignore this
nothing but
letters
on paper
taking
a stroll
across
the lines
Out in
the fresh air
with
eyes wide
open
newly
released
from
a pen.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, innocence, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Ignore the Words
Ignore
the words
the writer
poured all over
see the white sheet
underneath
wailing at you
tearing up
your interpretation
of something
so simple
as dried ink.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, anxiety, change, conflict, imagination, society, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Fata Morgana
for all that I am
is in this mirror
shifty shades
and
shadows
fogs of breath
on the glossy surface
and my eyes;
tired of seeing
the traces of me
outside the frame.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, absence, how i feel, mirror, self, senses,
Form:
Free verse
The Construction
My heart
is my alphabet,
beating the letters out
through the pores of my skin.
I gather them
in my hands.
I mold the words.
And they pour down on the sheets,
like eager autumn rain.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, autumn, creation, imagery, rain, writing,
Form:
Free verse
To the Eye of the Beholder
There is beauty
to dirt and blood
to broken
fingernails
and loneliness
to a wheelbarrow in
rain
and ripe, purple
plums
to the hazy scent of
a life less lived
by a surrendered
book
and a left over
glove.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, autumn, beauty, imagery, innocence, loneliness, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Mirror, Mirror
some things
are too obvious
for
a
mirror
to bother with
eyelash
sliding
down my cheek
dusting
yesterday
on
withering
regret
stained
lips
here
at the
end
of
a dirt road
where
no
bell
will
chime
to
your exit.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, angst, blue, body, change, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
When I Go
And when I die
I say I will take my own path
I will not walk down
I will climb upwards
where the light words are
where unfinished sentences
are tied to ribbons
and I will stitch them together
To make a meaning of the life I lived.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, age, angst, death, emotions, feelings, grief, self,
Form:
Free verse
The Raindrop Is Alone
Because I exist
in this raindrop,
I am alone
Because I fall
in solitude
from a gloomy sky
I reflect a whole world
inside myself
that
I am not part of
Because you
shield yourself
from me
with an open umbrella.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, angst, emotions, loneliness, rain,
Form:
Free verse
On Love Ghosts
So hard
to
hold love
now
in the moment
between
a caress
and
a look
too strong
too hesitant
too weak
too steady
To watch
it
glide down
and
away
from my body,
it's sighs
gone quiet
To know it
didn't find
peace
with me.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, conflict, feelings, hurt, love,
Form:
Free verse
On Love Ghosts
So hard
to
hold love
now
in the moment
between
a caress
and
a look
too strong
too hesitant
too weak
too steady
To watch
it
glide down
and
away
from my body,
it's sighs
gone quiet
To know it
didn't find
peace
with me.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, emotions, leaving, love,
Form:
Free verse
Unfinished Melody
Days spent
limping down
piano keys
and knocking
on cellos
covering my body
with the sheet musics
he left
convinsing myself
a tune is ment
for me
somewhere
played lonely and soft
like Gymnopedie No 1
embracing
a leftover summer night.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, feelings, hope, lost love, music,
Form:
Free verse
Glass Jars
The last
taste of summer
was
tucked
in
my pockets
empty
mason jars
with
the
scent
of butterflies
had
lids
with
lingering
raspberry
labels
spelling
will-not-go-down-sun
ran
with
sandals
and
band-aids
to
the
end
of
a childhood.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, august, butterfly, childhood, farewell, innocence, loss, summer,
Form:
Free verse
Contours
Sometimes when the night
crawls upon me
I go out
to look at the people
who's faces have
slipped out
of their contours
slid down
to rest
on collars
features
dripping down
on the
ash grey asphalt
and
under lonely lampposts
everything
fades
into puddles.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, loneliness, night,
Form:
Free verse
The Anchor
I once loved
an anchor
one of those
that sails
on skin
one of those
that has
a rowing heart
and pelting blood
within
One of those
who blows
mussel covered
kisses
one of those
that tells
mermaids salty lies
one of those
who'll
go down with
rum and shackles
the day he finally
dies.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, boat, desire, funny, heart, humor, ocean, sea,
Form:
Verse
33 Rpm
because so it is,
he says
ashtray's empty
and
Dolly Parton
cries
for
Jolene
spinning dizzy
in the
corner
in my mind
all words
leave the
paper
love laid to rest,
I can
recognize
the
smell.
© Gry W Christensen
(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug. 25. )...
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Categories:
gry, dark, emotions, for him, heart, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Nyc Iii
that man
that cried
on the corner
tears
made him
invisible
I too
let him
wash away
in front of us
I saw
him
sail
by
in
his
own
liquid form
and we
were
a thousand
pairs
of shoes
crossing
the street
so
our
feet
wouldn't
get wet.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, absence, betrayal, city, discrimination, loneliness, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
The Other Language
There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp
That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, emotions, heart, inspiration, language, words, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Stranded Words
nothing came to me today
not a word
not a scent
nothing new or exotic
nothing old or worn
no lonely lingering feeling
flooding over the paper
no sad tormented wave
washing up letters
nor the nervous restless tide
threatening to make my pen flow over
nor a hopeless floundering metaphor
for me to save.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, image, inspiration, loss, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
That Look That Rest On Your Collar Bones
That look
of yours
that wearily
slides down
from the corners
of your eyes
that come to
rest on your collar bones
How I wish
I could
take the
sadness away
wipe out those years
smooth out the
hardship I see awake under it all
what lays
there
in your dark circles
I know
I have walked under life too
and it
keeps pouring
upon us
like tears.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, care, destiny, life, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
The Other
And the sun rays
crack and break
over my arm
a Tuesday morning
drizzling something
I think is love
over my memory
and the curtains
hang
full of our
hazy secrets;
of her name,
and his name,
leaving
no space
for us in between
And my day will begin
shedding hollow fingerprints,
with the recollection
of the other
who held the window ajar
and
sprinkled sunflower seeds
so the blackbirds
wouldn't
fly in.
© Gry W Christensen...
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Categories:
gry, betrayal, desire, emotions, life, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse