Short Loss Of Control Poems
Short Loss Of Control Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Loss Of Control by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Loss Of Control by length and keyword.
Haiku 76
temporary blindness
view obstructed
fog
ice patch
loss of control
accident
snow bank
at the intersection
brakes fail...
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Categories:
loss of control, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Hanging On
Diverting his eyes from that last final hour,
denying death its due
His conscience and awareness tight in his grip,
ownership unrenewed
Both arms around life, he’s forever rejected,
blinded as time starts to bleed
Meeting the end in a loss of control
—damned by what he won’t concede
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)...
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Categories:
loss of control, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Sepia
I repent of loss No control when beauty takes it's oversight of me...
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Categories:
loss of control, beauty, betrayal, body, emotions, feelings, forgiveness, introspection,
Form:
Senryu
Words
All those words ago,
When I was whole,
There was a moment
I did not know.
I was sleeping
My eyes were closed
Inside a temple
Where dreams unfold.
So much unknown,
In a field of bliss,
Unborn desires,
Deep in the abyss.
Now I am present
In the tide, adrift,
Searching for love
With words, what if,
Any why, and how
Will I know, I want
To surrender, in
A loss of control....
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Categories:
loss of control, birth, dream,
Form:
Verse
Anger & Loss of Control
Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be speaking, the darkness
subdued by light, having survived
another long cold night....
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Categories:
loss of control, introspection, passion, peace, people, social
Form:
Free verse
Falling Asleep Dog Tired
(this poem is a bout falling asleep but there is no category for it)
Heavy lids; burning eyes,
no more chance of getting high.
Dreams both start but don't sound,
as carriage carts drag on cobble stones.
Your heart - slow baritone beats,
pulling you away to sleep.
And it suffers you,
for your loss of control.
It scares you too.
Still, down you must go.
Into the vast sea
of nascent mortality
of terminal vistas.
The hindmost journey
being quiescent aloft....
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Categories:
loss of control, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme