Short Limbo Poems
Short Limbo Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Limbo by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Limbo by length and keyword.
Sink deep into the past.
Aware this life won't last.
Think dreamily into the future.
Aware that I cannot always be so sure.
What remains beyond
lingering breaths, the silence
where laughter once lived?
I wait, counting the number
of days since last you kissed me.
Encased in darkness
neither here there anywhere,
locked in misery
a reminder each day
the devil keeps his promise.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Fighting his very nature,
conflict raging inside him again
Feelings demand what thoughts can’t command
—neither enemy nor friend
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
mid-September wind
the breeze on my countenance
sunlight on my cheeks
Autumn’s just getting started
lambaste of limbo awakes
9/18/2019
Inflation climb and poll’s descent.
He needs help - his back, way too bent.
How low can one go
‘neath the limbo pole?
Old Prez is at thirty percent.
in stagnant water
aesthetic ecstasy sinks~
engulphed by a lake
planks in protrusion
brooding clouds enshroud a pier~
silver lining plush
if today went up in smoke
where would i be?
who would i be?
would god come for me?
i have that feeling that i'm
not alone in my questions
we're just all lost in limbo
waiting for answers
waiting for that first snowfall
its blanket of glitter
and magical hush
looking for that perfect excuse
to build a fire, to lock the door
and blissfully hibernate
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
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her eyne are
staring my
at
i know it's not me
So here I am - Reincarnated
No more keeping up with Joneses
Free at last ! ... forgetting though:
They love to eat frog legs for dinner...
I was given a challenge to write a short poem by looking at a picture of a frog... :)
Voicings; shatterings! Suffer
But one; but then. Aches.
Frailly-ghostly, nightly wails.
As the pine tree shakes.
So left, useless to console
My own lone heart, days.
Yet drawn to what may break it!
As the pine tree sways.
Like it never happened,
we greet each other with
hugs and hellos.
I see you with mutual
friends;
we drive in
separate cars:
acquaintances.
Stuck between loves,
two halves of an unmade
sandwich,
that no one wants
to eat.
In the beginning …
the past and future
were orphans
Lost in a silence
unnamed until
spoken
Waiting in anticipation
their birthrights
in limbo
The present expanding
its moment
—christened free
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Trapped in limbo,
Not moving ahead
Never looking behind;
Suspended in that single moment
of time.
Not moving ahead,
Suspended in that single moment
of time,
Never looking behind,
Trapped in limbo.
Note: this poetry form is an Ungalino.
My brother went to limbo
Stillborn and unbaptized
Faultless but Original Sin
Status unknown
A soul in liminal space
Lost between heaven and hell
Damnation spared
Salvation denied
Consigned by papal decree
Resigned to the Mercy of God
Wrenched, a mother's heart
Sitting waiting patient,
for what I am to be.
Butterflies are spinning
from what I cannot see.
Wating for a trainer
to teach me what to do.
Looking, thinking, talking
while my life is all askew.
Watching for the rainbow
to find the pot of gold.
Hoping that I find it
before I grow too old.
I knocked on the door of limbo,
where the breathless rest,
neither damned nor divine,
but I was not even shadow enough
to be let in.
They saw my name
unwritten,
unwitnessed
and turned me away like a sin
never spoken aloud.
So I walked the earth
as half a ghost,
haunting the body
I was born into.
Trapped in limbo,
Not moving ahead
Never looking behind;
Suspended in that single moment of time.
Not moving ahead,
Suspended in that single moment of time,
Never looking behind,
Trapped in limbo.
Note: this poetry form is an Ungalino. First stanza: 1/2/3/4, second stanza repeats as lines 2/4/3/1.
no foothold
by Michael R. Burch
there is no hope;
therefore i became invulnerable to love.
now even god cannot move me:
nothing to push or shove,
no foothold.
so let me live out my remaining days in clarity,
mine being the only nativity,
my death the final crucifixion
and apocalypse,
as far as the i can see ...
covid-19 deaths,
unemployment on the rise...
so is homelessness.
the pain very real
our ship of state is living...
a complete nightmare.
no relief in sight
not quite a happy new year...
lifeline held hostage.
Date written: 12/27/2020
as I lay wrestling with rest,
my soul leaks from my lungs,
it searches the night for you,
denies all the thoughts I’ve lied,
loneliness invites itself in once again,
the prodigal friend I’ve waited for,
kisses me softly on the cheek,
a knife poised at my back,
I fight dreams, the waking life,
and wonder if either truly exist
The feeling of floating through time and space
Loneliness and silence consumes me
Wrapped in darkness like a swaddled infant
No beginning or ending
Forever searching for light
No emotion or sense of touch
Capsulated in an endless loop of confinement
No exit for escape
Forever searching for release from the limbo of my existence
from The John Poems
I tumble from a dream
into the nightmare of waking.
I claw my way back toward sleep
but can find no purchase.
So just like that, you are gone,
And my half-healed wounds bleed anew
As reality steals you away and, with it
my happiness and the
wish that dreams were mine to choose.
I stand on a precipice
Eternal midnight shines above
As reflected below
Eden, steps back
Close enough to see
I am Tantalus
Step back
“Backward
And going backwards”
A flash and thunder
I appear before me
“If one had a genie, would he wish to love himself as others?
I feel contempt from you, of course I do”
I know I would
Because I love people