Short Lay Waste To Poems
Short Lay Waste To Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lay Waste To by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lay Waste To by length and keyword.
Dark Green Domains
As we clear cut out Forest
and lay waste to the trees
we unleash our demise
like a revenging disease
so be ye good stewards
to the dark green domains
or it's regrowth will Feast
on your rotting remains....
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Categories:
lay waste to, abuse, care, conflict, corruption, death, earth day,
Form:
Rhyme
Bid Me Live
Unwelcome shades of scorn, I despise
On this woeful night I slowly fade
Spears that pierce, I feel betrayed
Dismayed, I sorrowfully close my eyes
Resigned to the tempter’s whim
I woefully ask, for him to forgive
Yet I speak no whispers bid me live
Aught I lay waste to my grievous sins?...
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Categories:
lay waste to, abuse, addiction, conflict, dark, death, depression, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Wasteria
Violaceous lulling bell
Enchantment be thou spell
Prodigious tortile entwine
Weathered be thy vine
Solstice utmost fair
Lay waste to arctic air
Embedded mossy root
Colossal venue afoot
Keeper of florid bliss
Ambrosia ne’er remiss
Petals supple blush
Lavish wisteria lush
Wispy balsam waft
Caress be e'er soft
Atop verdant bough
Tender be thy sough...
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Categories:
lay waste to, flower, nature, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
If I Could Have Held You
If I could have held you
lay waste to these tricky words
instead of a tearful smile
it would have been more honest;
Lay waste to these tricky words,
there would be no way to top that;
It would have been more honest;
The silence is all that makes sense;
There would be no way to top that;
instead of a tearful smile
the silence is all that makes sense,
if I could have held you....
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Categories:
lay waste to, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Pantoum
Labyrinth
A long night without sleep,
Dreams lay waste to silence,
Scenes empty, moments lonely,
Thoughts wishful, action passive.
Shackles of redundancy,
A cycle, round and round,
A blast from the past eternal,
Plaguing every sleep.
Nights are not for work,
But the 'mares of fears,
Haunted by the stagnation,
Of old past, strong and near.
Hidden talents, pouring hopes,
Promises of good times,
Even when they come,
Good times don’t last....
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Categories:
lay waste to, dream,
Form:
Free verse