Short Instants Poems
Short Instants Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Instants by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Instants by length and keyword.
it's easy to forget
to let yourself live
without force
feel in instants
with no remorse
of course
i'm still here
yet i'm walking
on my fear
seeing clear
in an unclear
world.
time stops to slip in ebony night,
emotive clock freezes
eternal pathos in congealed instants,
silhouetted in the shadow of past,
smears the strata of darkness,
designed to disguise perception lattice
summer red sunsets
faded with the blue ocean
hug a starry night
above dark waters
the stars' optimal moment
attract watching eyes
~best twinkling instants~
a reverie to be kept
when grey winter shows
our love
unexpected
intense without warning
everyday new discoveries
sensual moments, trust and commitment
instants of gratification
incessant growth combined
tied together
in us
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Contest: A Poem From Thee
5th Place
want wakes
wisdom
thinking
takes time
fear frames
future
eyes talk
sans chalk
sun sparks
snowman
rest heals
all ills
seize the
instant
instants
make life
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Footle Finale Contest-8/28/21
O’ my Sun,
you bestow me the ray, to live…
to love…
You shine over the drought-land
of my heart…
making it prolific…
to dream
my beam!
Stay burnishing over me
all the days & nights
all the seasons & instants…
without winking for
a whilst…
09:42 pm | Sunday, June 7, 2019
Lance Out I Strike With Line LICKETY SPLIT GIDDY UP HORSE
L- Lingeringly lively
I- Instants in a jiffy
C- Chop-chop
K- Kwikly plodding
E- Expeditious struck wit whip
Y- Yippee ki-yay, giddy up horsey
04/08/18 2018©
For contest Lickety Split
Sponsored by : Debbie Guzzi
In tune with the edge of the wind's violent surges,
We brace a calm that grasps these silent urges.
It’s the heat of the instants that’ll write these verses.
The avenue intensifies the eagerness of the day.
As you can see, there is no one here to stay.
I'll just grab your hand and fly you far away.
My life is not so bad!
I have again the happy instants,
Because I write the in-love poems
to someone.
February, February!
Please, do not cook for us
The new blizzards.
Instead of that, please
send cheerful letters to Spring.
My dear February, you understand:
that we still can love,
We are young and, perhaps,
we are immortal!
A life is a story told in the arc of time.
Time is fluid, white as light,
And glittering with flecks of brilliance,
Liquid moments leaking away over the years.
Sometimes I feel as if I am inside a mirror
Watching my life leaking away.
The world outside seems insubstantial,
As if the present is a dream,
And only my memories are solid,
And alive, and now,
The only clear instants in the fluid of time
~ "My dearest one
The hope is yours
Just is just waiting sure
Believing in patients for
The things essence
Things here not yet and yet present
Recieving instant instants believing
Rejecting fear, embracing dear
Like the flower beautiful
Fully blossom we open with open buds
God and I welcomes you here now
My beautiful child"
12/29/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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it’s in every little thing we did
the micro details throughout the day
the ones no one would understand
these are
the moments
i miss most
i remember my life as
mini minute minuscule instants
each filled with love for you
how now every
microscopic beat
has me longing for you
through warm lingering fog
i’m somehow forging my way
blessed with the memory of you
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Momentarily he is a lad again
smelling the perfume of a young love.
Now on this morning, the snow carries
a peppermint and lilac scent
and he an old man searching.
Here comes a ragged flight of crows,
he squints in the cold sunlight dazzled.
He recalls the same crows
when he was young, the same bright snow
almost blue under their wings.
Did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the scent,
the sense of it all?
Stay Strong
Written: by Miracle Man
4-25-2020
We all experience instants of apprehension,
and denial or concealment is never healthy.
While COVED-19 has caused some dissension,
since birth, this virus, has moved about stealthy.
When we sense fear begin to rise in our being,
and to say we’ve never feared is a falsehood.
Things won’t remain as we’re currently seeing,
God will turn adversity into something good.
"If a clown don't make you laugh, that's because you're an adult from Mars," ... by The Poet
'Tis magical youth-phemism plays its part,
and subtle measures of bliss-phemism chart,
a suite chambered core harmonized whose heart,
discovers a treasured keepsake impart,
photogenic instants a kid's jump start,
when purposed failure is a work of art,
amidst submerging laughter comes apart,
until the clown blasts, "Kids you're a sweetheart!"
Though I’ve always known that the light of the past was something
recognized, it’s only now I see
that the light of the past is the light of dreams: the light
in which things happen forever, where every laugh
retains the dew of a universe caught at dawn,
where the pride of the wounded heart renews its song
in an endless bloom of instants, and where the loves
we knew then inexhaustibly still live.
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"Imagine your friends getting closer to your imagination," by Poet
Dawning ...
thinking sleepers,
entries processing norm,
advent instants absorbed purpose,
visions.
Drawing ...
mental pictures,
banquets divine eyefuls,
humankind imagines its goals,
blueprints.
Devise ...
managed control,
targets fastest shortcuts,
proven values access success,
brainstorms.
Dreamer ...
taking pleasure,
building airy castles,
lighted tunnels edging extremes,
awakes.
cracks between doors,
like rats, fingers course
thru, corrode against
the inside of a clenched
fist. cease, this silence,
i insist(bite tongue, each
word, penance)suffer,
humor is a sense-
shattered glass tickle
bare feet- the caveat
of clenched teeth. mis-
placed morality, i do
appreciate your sin-
cerity; fate compromised
(the hands of time,
mesmerised in back&forth
instants). "it is okay"
someone will say; but
words change & fall away
like leaves, all intent
bereaved.