Short Leprous Poems
Short Leprous Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Leprous by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Leprous by length and keyword.
Autumn Shades
Colors fading out
“Old we’re both” my garden says
Gone is October
Leaves now pallid, then calx
Leprous and frothing each day.
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My birth day falls on 30th September...
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Categories:
leprous, autumn,
Form:
Tanka
Judas
Thou not from Israel
yet Israel like
to sell our heads
in the name of yahoo
To say I am from this clan
is like to say I am leprous
in Elisa’s clan
in the sight of macoys
Denying me chapter Iv
of our supreme book
making me more black than I am
lets break their records
Their record of unequalness
For all animals are equal....
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Categories:
leprous, adventure, depression, faith, imagination, life, sorry, sympathy,
Form:
Ode
The Second Coming
Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.
Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.
May's slate gray
muffles the air until I hear
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird....
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Categories:
leprous, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
Death An Untold Truth, Part 3
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly cancerous;
But dealing adventurous
With animals herbivorous.
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly decorous
With examples numerous
Of behavior scabrous.
Death is truly traitorous
It is highly glamorous
Though itself timorous
As it is not sonorous.
Death is truly traitorous
After it life is amorous
Even Gods were leprous
Continued life dangerous.
Death is truly traitorous....
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Categories:
leprous, death,
Form:
Monorhyme
Overbalancing
The space between the
two ends,was becoming
a game of thorns.
The leprous increase
tips the moon. An unseen
virgin becomes red rose.
It was another day in
the desert. I don’t want
to become a prophet.
A titular sun was
collecting the lilies to
divide the night in halves.
Manipulating the nucleus,
are you ready to accept
the uncommitted sin ?
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
leprous, art,
Form:
ABC
Behind the Carved Marbles
As I was disinterring the silent hideaways
I could find many quivery runaways
Wreathed on worm.
Unaware of me they were
Behind the carved marble
They were wriggling in mass.
Then when I watched them all excreting
It never scared me as they were breeding
But, it just scared me when I saw
They were dribbling in halo
The leprous feeling came over
It just drilled me so sober
Some of them wizened
Some of them drenched
That’s the reason they are blessed....
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Categories:
leprous, death, loss, sad, me, me,
Form:
Free verse