Short Highs Poems
Short Highs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Highs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Highs by length and keyword.
My heart is quiet
My love for you at a simmer...
No poetic phrasing,
Only a quiet longing,
I want you still!
6:55 a.m.
11/30/07
Cynthia
While weed could help your mood soften
Dear roommate you toked too often
The pot you would smoke
On you played a joke
As you're at rest in a coffin
Tantalize, Hypnotize.
Insatiable lust fortifies
Monopolize. Imploring eyes.
Submit to temptation, mesmerize.
All signs of resistance attain demise.
Utter ecstasy, reaching unreachable highs.
The highs feel like I’m alive
I’m doing amazing
But I’m anxious
I’m hurting
But everything is clean
I seem okay
That’s all that matters
The lows feel of nothing
Numbness
The mess and piles of wrappers
Feeling nothing but hurt
Everyone knows I’m in pain
That’s all that matters
on an
Elevator of emotion
Extreme highs
Extreme lows
doEsn't help when you've got only
thrEe hours of sleep
undEr your belt
fEelings
Eating me up
ovErthinking again
is it a
comEdy
or a tragEdy
sElfish
sElflessness
cannot tEll
thE difference
Either way
nEed to
calm down
calm down
down
down
The journey goes on
Through walls and weirs
Of tears.. hurt and pain
Through meadows..
Of happiness and joy
And travellor goes on
Trusting and believing
In the one who ordained
The path ahead of him
The journey takes it toll
So you stop by a well
And replenish your strength
For the soul journey
Must go on..
Overcoming all
Cerulean highs,
I’m certain you brought that Sun,
sent an easy smile;
Rhythmic poster boy
your laughter is like a dance,
I can’t stop moving;
Every time you’re there
those melodic connections,
wild wide open art;
Glitters and stardust
bounce off the bright light of you,
even in silence;
Promise it wouldn’t matter
if all your guitars were gone.
L-ows and highs can't shake
Y-our faith, hope, and love;
N-either death nor life will separate you from the Father above.
R-ain or shine can't agitate,
E-ven rags or riches don't matter;
Y-ou always stay steadfast,
N-o way will your fire waver.
O-n the twelfth of December,
S-tand strong against the lies;
O-pen your mind to truth,be firm during lows and highs.
Flow with
The highs and lows
My inner being glows
Whether I be at the very top
Or at the very down below
But it's these type
Of circumstances
That helps the individual grow
Can you feel the wisdom I bestow
I'm wise to many
But dumb to those who really know
And depending on where heart is at
Reality can be fast or slow
I create a poem fantasy
Where I play in the summer snow, yo
My day was filled with highs and lows
But isn’t that the way life goes?
The joys show up and then the woes;
That’s what’s to be expected.
So smiles are followed fast by frowns;
We alternate the ups and downs,
With neon moods that switch to browns
And leave us quite dejected.
Of course, our focus, if we’re cool,
Should be the highs, which give us fuel
To plow ahead and overrule
All negatives detected.
Early mornig dew
then the rising river mist
welcoming sunrise
Spring in its glory
Flowers of many colours
Honeybees at work
whirling clouds on high
The storm winds blows fiercely
distruction at hand
the river rushes
sweeping angrily along
farmers be careful
as the moon waxes
the wild wolves will be howling
tide is riding high
Delving Into a Fury,
Is it Hunger?
There is a pit,
Where a Deep Well of Anguish
Drowns Sugar Rushes.
Empty Highs!
“Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man”
Bellowing an urge of Aggression With
Delicate Sighs.
This Is my Contradiction.
To Feel So Far Away
When There Is No Needed Distance between
Me and Myself.
I am An Island and Must Accept
I am My Own Company
There Is No Sorry Symphony.
Just the Crashing of Judgmental Waves.
I make waves.
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