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Short Inners Poems

Short Inners Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Inners by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Inners by length and keyword.


Clipped
Clipped are my wings
Gouged and feasted upon by inners sins
Once pure now diluted
once diluted now corrupted
Lostwrapped in the chaos of my hardened blood....

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Categories: inners, life,
Form: Free verse



Marvelous Bravery
W-inners
A-re
N-icely
D-efeating
A-dverse

S-truggles
I-n
M-arvelous
B-ravery
A-bating
J-inx
O-f
N-egativity 

Topic: Birthday of Wanda Simbajon (July 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Categories: inners, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Peoples
To have a better understanding,
Peoples in my view; mind; and heart
Are in three categories: faithfuls my beloved,
Atheists whom I do not hate, they express their inners;
Last category are hypocrites: the damn humanlike lizards and chameleons....

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Categories: inners, people, , atheist,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Christian
Christians have a living
Hope, and they’ll always
Restore hearts,
Inviting
Sinners and saints,
Taking time to listen, to
Inspire, to share
Amazing love, His grace
Never giving up the faith...

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Categories: inners, christian,
Form: Acrostic
Open Your Eyes and See
J-ust open your eyes
U-ntil you see the matter; 
L-et them read the event
I-n third day November.
U-nderneath the blue sky, look at the world's plight; 
S-inners say to themselves they hide in the midnight.

R-emember that the Lord
A-lmighty watches clearly; 
M-ake your mind know it, 
O-pen your eyes and
S-ee....

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Categories: inners, birthday,
Form: Acrostic



The Void
Trance like stare, as empty irises glare into the voiD.
The image of death sleeks past with gloating stealth
stealing happiness as it drip feeds from the inners of a rotting corpse.
 
Will has lost its way and not a sign of Hope in hell!
This place that can only be described as existence
and hidden from those with rose coloured glasses....

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© Laura Hay  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: inners, death, depression, emotions, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Read Book Dropping-
I am in my recliner grasp book in hand-
I live to read my eyes jauntily bound blinks opens shuts.
My thought are on verse.
But what comes first.
A yawn from my inners to my throat.
Witnessing now attempts to yawn, sleep in chair look,  I drop my book...

8/18/19
Life Poetry Contest

Imagism poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink...

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Categories: inners, analogy, imagery,
Form: Imagism

Book: Reflection on the Important Things