Short Indents Poems
Short Indents Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Indents by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Indents by length and keyword.
concise
detailed
enjambed
with
spaces
and indents,
in simple
diction:
enhanced
by
vivacious shapes
to create
a trend
a style
in a
glittering
image..
..for today
The natural C of the human body forms
Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life
We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart
The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips
Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love
What an awful way to die
They tell a story,
these imperfections.
Every wrinkle's
an emotion sealed
by routine feedback.
Indents and scars
were carved with care.
Mistakes were made,
but you were spared.
Calluses
show your strength
through tough times.
Each crease
defines
you.
1-3-2021
A Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
to the knowing of lies
and the buildings of goodbyes
in not relying on how
only poetry indents and cow
none doth go without
shallow pools of salt and drought
yet the agile defeatest's tower
criminaling the dangerous boughe
yeasts beneath rotten waters
stirring none salve and bothered
the witnesses of the guillotines
unclean and guiltied behind that door
The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun
Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears.
While i watched in awe at the size and shape!
a vast shiplike torpedo with indents deep.
i smiled expectantly the Chinese were here!
then stumbled at the speed it disappeared.
My pals were all swimming and laughing around!
now squeals of fighting all over the ground!
Made to act like drunken fools!
in the mornings light,they,d forgotten the thrill!
footnote.Was i the only witness just because im mad?
The mirror doesn’t lie
Perhaps indents, reverses,
Contains
That which we hide
For it has no soul
No desire to know us.
It cares not
About your heartache
Or joy
Feels not your tears
Hears not your curses.
It remains neutral
Undecided
Uninvested
It knows no loneliness
When you are not there.
It will never tell you
That hair cut is awful
Nor ask
Why are you crying.
To it
You are but a reflection
Gazing into itself
Wondering
Which is real.
youre a red apple
the outside i devour in large, juicy bites
as much as my teeth can fit with all corners stretched wide
youd think to do the same at the core
But cracking bitterness brings seeds
scratch small bites, an itch
Jaw working, bony indents stiched
I like the way my tendons flex
Palm spread to grasp that hard fruit off the wiry stem
The core delicate
Slurping juice of whats left
The carcass melts into a brown sugar debt
Back to the earth you go to be reborn again