Short Lesion Poems
Short Lesion Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lesion by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lesion by length and keyword.
Scars in entity deplores all the time..
Gashes poultice blood of sorrow..
Tears screams all the time..
Lesion utters stream of woe..
Categories:
lesion, dark, destiny, life, pain,
Form:
Couplet
Noise around my ears
nonsense to my brain
time wastes away like a cancerous lesion consumes its host
the TV glows
I stare without a care
hard on myself for perceived wrongs
Many wrongs repeat in this flashing memory
the TV glows
A dog barks and a child laughs
the grass grows and needs a mow
the TV glows
No one knows
Categories:
lesion, life, loss
Form:
Free verse
When i used to cry
she says,
Why crying?
Is it because you are not a man enough,
Is it because you are too docile to be bold
In her slaping words,
I learn to smile when i cry,
To laugh even if it hurts
I hate my tears,
They makes me weak, but with this unhealing lesion
Can you allow mr just for a moment
Or i should burst in pain
Categories:
lesion, death of a friend,
Form:
Elegy
The lesion was
spreading. From
inside, I hear the wails.
Past and present
of time, plows
the furrows, in future.
Seeds remain
unplanted. I seek
justice from the earth.
Turn off the lights
I want to see-
the moon in its full glory.
Someone has left
the message for us.
Go out to face the wolves.
Satish Verma
Categories:
lesion, art,
Form:
ABC
Your black hair shimmered
I knew not the reason
I watched it every little season
My heart and head simmered
Your shapely body twinkled
As if never would it be wrinkled
Yet it had a little lesion
Which never ever rankled
You were my heart`s queen
Those organs of sight
Just witty and bright
They caught me off guard
An angel is all l had seen
I zoomed heavenward!
Categories:
lesion, dedication, love, song-uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Stare beyond her shoulder, long for more,
Capacity is reached, you pour more.
Hitchhiker smiles broadly, climbing in,
Seeking new horizons, it bore more.
Cross the bridge tomorrow, pull the blinds
Sewing up the lesion, it tore more.
Rubbing out the damn spot to conceal,
Sun succumbs to darkness, there’s four more.
Reflect on no return, feel time’s breath,
Transgressions stain your hands, but you’re more.
Categories:
lesion, longing,
Form:
Ghazal
“Somewhere Ages and ages hence”
Past all attempts towards defence
Of our doings we begin to see
For both our eyes, we did not see
A little is often taken for too much
That we can’t but be imbeciles as such
Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty
Seldom do we see sense as duty
We think we know while we do not
Immured we live in our cosy cot
This is all life has, thinks the simple mind
Indolent to seek a superior find
Categories:
lesion, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Protesting 2
Miracle Man
November 4, 2023
Protesting, has always been a popular endeavor,
winner is the mouth that runs the longest.
Many join the crowd for anything whatsoever,
the winner is the one whose lungs are strongest.
No one should ever give in to mass cohesion,
when it takes the voices of many to make a point.
Many times protests result in some bodily lesion,
all because whiners had their noses out of joint.
Categories:
lesion, how i feel, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
How the deceit in his eyes blinds like ash,
It clings to me in deafening silence
As I wail aloud only the moonlight hears...
This lesion from summers ago comes, blunt
That now whenever dusk burns a flame
I review embers of memories crackling
Within a buried voice...raging, raging
Like an explosive, thin gas that devours
All the coal within my scorched plight...
But then, his fraudulent gaze now heals my heart.
Re-Entered: 9/21/2016
100 in a ROW CONTEST: For PD A
Categories:
lesion, celebration, freedom, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Useless seems to be a word
I’m feeling much of lately
My reflection though it cant be heard
Will constantly debate me
On what another’s motives are
And if it lacks sincerity
Or if it starts to pull apart
The one thing that takes care of me
Sometimes we try to pretend
There is no rhyme or reason
But it leaves you in the end
To bandage every lesion
How could another’s lack of pride
Pretend to ever put you first
Will it be others that decide
Just what life thinks I’m really worth
Categories:
lesion,
Form:
I do not know?