Short Interiors Poems
Short Interiors Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Interiors by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Interiors by length and keyword.
Walter Richard Sickert
with down-to-earth & in the dirt
Unobtrusive obervations was his call
of cheap interiors &music hall
HOOGSTRATEN
eyecatching
interiors
DALI
bizarre
banalities
DUCHAMP
basic
necessities
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
in winter...continuity
....on a blank wall
locations,interiors
indelibly drawn on memory
dirt grime,decomposition
mirrors of neglect
nothing ..no one rules
anarchy avails
reputations burn..
with no place to go
Unlike castles on sand
Your name tattooed into My Hand
As within gold engraved
Into my interiors will remain saved
Like the redness of my blood
And my veins with pulse thud
With each molecule braced
Will be perpetually graced…
seductive sensuous
enigmatic ambiguous
prolific &
precocious
breakfast pieces
peopled
in
detail
pin-sharp
accuracy
&
exquisite
expressive eyes
sublime
in close-ups
posed
yet all in the detail
intimate interiors
interwoven
with
riddles in paint
Devouring, destroying, decaying. For your eyes only.
Inside, interiors, innermost. Then reflects on the outside.
Eaten, eager, eroding. Tap it, let it pour.
Disdain, disease, departure. 'Twas been driving you.
...reconciliation, with what is left.
...acceptance, what it offers.
...accord, to what you have become.
Peace, in the soft embrace of oblivion brought through demise.
Some question ?
It always haunted me.
In combat posture,
why would I become a child ?
To cry and learn a laugh ?
Karma ?
A green memory,
of the shade of bougainvillea’s
arbor, entwining the wooden pain
of my frame, to know
the faith of water, improvidently
creating the false interiors.
How far was the home ?
You want to toe the
peace of garden, blue sky
and dark night.
I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore,
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love to intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize
LEAVING INDIAN HEAD
Hot dusty sunny empty street:
Dark interiors of houses and shop
Where folks hide from the heat;
No hurry, plenty of time to stop.
Past the elevators, lumber yard,
Dried-out ditches, freight cars, tracks.
Far-stretching highway hot and hard:
Put pedal to metal and relax.
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NOTE
Indian Head is a very small, old-fashioned prairie
town 45 miles east of Regina, Saskatchewan.