Short Leavened Poems
Short Leavened Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Leavened by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Leavened by length and keyword.
putting my bread
stick in your oven
but it is as it is
once even
unleavened
but that's
another thing
all together
Form:
a perpetual
longing...yearning..
a boundless
appetite
lingers
unfolds..
leavened
by imagination...
a troubled
torment
seeking
...an answer
Take me
to Hell
Take me
to Heaven
Bless me
with kindness
Curse me
as leavened
Angel within
me
Devil
in waiting
Salvation
unseeded
Damnation
— equating
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Lost in a ditch
on the highway
of life
A change
came upon him
from darkness to light
That dead end
Apostle
arose and broke free
Remanding
his spirit
— at last unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)
Dough kneaded and leavened,
Designed in circular shape.
Dent in the middle
Deep fried or baked
Dipped in sugar syrup and glazed.
Dutch immigrants’ popular sweet.
Delectable snack, favorite of kids.
Winter lays heavy upon their hearts
Memories faded friends past old
A seasoned wind untwines their souls
To their leavened faith test continue to unfold
The depth of the family roots are now exposed
As winter prepares for its final repose
Form:
We can’t make
all the bad things
good
Just knowing
all that didn’t
should
We can’t wish
what stays real
away
Or lie
to keep the truth
at bay
Yesterday
today
tomorrow yield
The leavened
‘Word’
forever sealed
Ad infinitum
minus
one
Salvation’s
path
— is zero sum
(Sister Marcella: 8th Grade Religion Class, 1962)
Leavened unleavened
risen and stayed
Lost when recovered
joyful dismay
Intrinsic extrinsic
the whole without parts
Tomorrow this moment
stopping to start
Benign and bedeviled
revealed yet unseen
A valid deception
blessed but obscene
The past and the future
hello and goodbye
Affirming rejection
— all truth to belie
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Overpowered by the vicissitudes of life,
The soul can be broken down and beaten
Like a sheaf of wheat at the threshing,
Where the chaff is tossed to the winds.
The good salvaged like grains of wheat,
Leavened and turned into sustenance,
Feeds a temporal home for a whole being
Who wanders through the fallow fields,
After the harvest and longs for eternity.
Written October 13, 2022
Peasant bread to feed the masses,
millers stone between the classes
Grovel here and grovel there,
crumbs for beggars—no meat to share
Caught inside the rising dough,
leavened voices cry out low
Baking deep within the flames,
bribes that lie—and Lords to blame
With each slice cut, Hell calls a name,
its coals to brand, ignoble fame
Bread for the masses, meat off the bone,
revenge on fire—the Devil’s throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)