Short Hurst Poems
Short Hurst Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hurst by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hurst by length and keyword.
Black Tantrum
Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.
People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?
Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?...
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Categories:
hurst, blue, pain, sad,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Rejected Love
Love bursts through every vein
Leading to my beating heart
Free for the taking
What are you afraid of
See the passion in my eyes
To my soul that aches to be awaken
Brush my lips with a sweet whisper
Taste the love and compassion
With just a touch I am yours.........
By Holly McCollum-Hurst...
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Categories:
hurst, love,
Form:
ABC
It Just Hurts How You
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE STABBED ME IN THE HEART
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE RIPPED MY LIFE APART
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE CHRUSHED MY HOPES
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE DESTORYED MY DREAMS
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE REPLACED ME IN YOUR LIFE
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
ANT THERE WHEN I NEED YOU THE MOST
IT JUST HURST HOW YOU,
HAVE FORGOTTEN ME
IT JUST HURTS HOW YOU ,
HAVE JUST SEEM LIKE I AM NOT THERE...
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Categories:
hurst, lost loveme, life, me,
Form:
I do not know?
Farwell
I was cleaning out my bookcase
Like I once cleaned out my heart
I came across your picture
It caused memories to start
Memories, not feelings
For you, my hearts asleep
The giant fist that clutched it once
Released the hurst so deep
Its been awhile since then
Im over you by now
I had to learn to trust again
I had forgotten how
Ill put your picture back in place
Between the pages of my mind
And forever leave you as you once left me
So very far behind...
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Categories:
hurst, lost love,
Form:
I do not know?
Pollinate
She’s so sweet,
I’m all I’m up in her nectar,
I eat up like Mr. Lecter.
Should I call or should I text her?
Next week she’s still running through my mind.
I guess possessed,
I wanna possess call her mine.
Chiropractor on speed dial I tend to break spines.
You have a spell over me love potion number nine.
Excuse me miss this ain’t my first time,
Fresh to death, birthed inside a hurst why?
Do I even bother confessing to these love crimes....
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Categories:
hurst, allusion, beautiful, extended metaphor, sexy, smile, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme