Short Jinxed Poems
Short Jinxed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Jinxed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Jinxed by length and keyword.
He swallowed vanity whole,
spit up rhododendrons,
gasped at greasepaint fingerprints—
his own—
finally saw himself:
Clown.
Jinxed kisses taste
like copper lightning
vows erupt mid-air,
cursed by tainted lips
never meant
for forever.
for the jinxed
unbroken anguish
to keep pain
ache is strong
searching for a description
since we are helpless
Written: January 08, 2022
June brings a remarkable berry.
July’s reveal is quite eerie!
Jokester jumps up to laugh.
Just a lookalike! It’s a chaff!
Juneberries are a mistake,
Jesting at its genuine fake.
Jinxed, a blueberry to imitate.
Heart shaped Opal ring
Preludes deadly destiny
Stripping away dreams
Closing forever the eyes
From illusionated bride
For Form O-Only One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Fourth Place
5-17-2017
C-hange
H-azy
R-ain
I-nto
S-hining
B-eacon's
E-arly
L-ight
L-etting
E-ffulgence
A-bate
J-inxed
E-nvironment
S-o
T-riumph
A-ppears
Topic: Birthday of Chrisbelle G. Ajesta (August 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It’s Friday and my old black cat
Across my path he goes
He does not care for human dates
His nonchalance, it shows
He blesses me by crossing me
At least that’s what he thinks
But since it is the thirteenth too
I’ve just been double jinxed.
Written: April 28, 2023 for Contest by: Ink Empress
*****************
Colorful flowers bloomed with ethereal sapidity,
roquish whims jinxed across kenopsia nights
where onism becomes Elysian cure.
We all blame life
Life is cruel,barbaric and unfair we say
That Life is an abstract concept
Each time we cursed her, we jinxed our stars
She is the collective us
She reproduces what we create
She regurgitates what we feed her
She is us , we are life !
I wondered if a poet could be jinxed
perhaps by switching her inks
perchance a drug to alter her thinks
or just denying her a full 40 winks...
I thought I'd find out last night
at or around midnight
But boy, could that lady fight
bit my hand ~ now I can't write
Jinxed out
was the sex panel
on the honour’s integrity.
Deep water a fish
was found dead.
The destination
of your rival was
feminism. I was talking
of the moon
without gender.
Your fingers were probing
the dancing words,
in this strange event.
Darkness was falling
on my lips in morning.
Satish Verma
Witch Wilma’s accurate abracadabras no longer work
Wiley wizard had jinxed her, that mean little jerk!
She had to give up favorite kinds of bewitching
Which made her pimply purple nose go wild with twitching
Incantations and spells are now a thing of the past
Mumbo jumbo sabotage of that little creep better not last!
A poem writes my name.
I am trembling
on paper like salt.
Flowing like moon
on the black wound.
The lamb and the skull.
I know the saint
invented by masses.
You need a fresh awakening.
A vastness from nothing to nothing.
Later the pebbles will dance
on the bay of death.
Sometimes the scales were jinxed,
sometimes the weight was light.
I was sitting under a chaste tree.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
d r e a m e r s
trace the rose moon
like poets chasing w a v e s
of silver sparkles sailing in
s i l e n c e
and yours
is the heartbeat
I ache for in the dark
beneath the f a d i n g glow of jinxed
s u n s e t s
I feel like my life has no meaning
Like the only thing I was born to do
Is the cooking and the cleaning.
I feel like my life isn't going anywhere
Like I'm not meant to be like other people
And no I don't think it's fair.
I feel like my life is going down the drain
Like I'm not supposed to feel the good
And I'm only supposed to fell the pain.
I feel like my life has taken a turn for the worst
Like I didn't get lucky or jinxed
But I got cursed.
Form:
jinxed souls i combat
each night laboriously~
snorting loud on bed
cognizant i lay
browsing mounds of ceaseless tasks~
drifting in my brain
fire flies breed in cheer
enclosing frame serenely~
rouses my spirit
i soar in night air
enthralling glimpses of stars~
steering halts at dawn
cycles thirsty dreamy thoughts~
as i sail on boat with snorts
10 June 2023
Never, no, never let me go,
Hold on to my hardened heart,
Let's join our jinxed jumbled lives,
And begin a beautiful start,
Never, no, never let me go,
Catch on to my crumbled crux,
Let's meld our mad moulded minds,
And form a free flowing flux,
Never, no, never let me go,
Grasp onto my guarded ground,
Let's build our bad, broken selves,
And arrange to alter us around.
04/03/19
Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration contest
NEVER LET ME GO
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Time clock,
Baby
Stuck on the inside
out on the black bench,
Baby.
Never going back like the good old days
like the jinxed rinks, cut out
like watersheds.
It’s so obvious,
Baby.
That you want the top shelf
honey, lookin’ like a million bucks.
Those rose pedals for the first time
love, in the attic up top,
Baby.
For the first time, overlook the city
with a new clock.
For hours we sat unlocked,
waiting for the Sun to show up.
i won't say it out loud.
if you knew, you could understand.
it's hard to act human
with a head full of sand
and spiders with cobwebs
catching every thought
before it lands.
i get confused between
what's real and imagined.
i'm excitable. sometimes sad
at the birth of an idea, a fantasy,
upon the realization
it may be just that.
and i've jinxed myself
by creating a moment
before time has allowed.
if memory serves correctly,
i'll remember your face
fading into the crowd.