Short Misfiring Poems
Short Misfiring Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Misfiring by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Misfiring by length and keyword.
A Haunted Ghost Trimeric
The hairs on my arm are electrified,
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Used to think it was all in my head,
my subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Such wicked and tainted air
it’s so heavy I can barely breathe;
Used to think it was all in my head;
Just a misfiring of the senses,
hearing or smelling false things;
My subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I taste fruit from another season,
The eternal echo of a haunted ghost....
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Categories:
misfiring, dark, emotions, horror,
Form:
Other
Eclipse This
eclipse an errant eon
inhale discordant ions
exhale insectile icons
disarm misfiring memes
take umbrage under a titanic umbrella
recede from seething red-holes in sinkholes
just so you know…
Helga and Zohar orbit the Moon
a harsh mistress giggles indifferently
a cold cosmos says nothing
you are (not) what you think (you are)
forbid fallacious words
forget wordy fallacies
forgo fatuous wormholes
FYI, it’s Awesome
FWIW, it's Perfect
TBH, it’s FUBAR...
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Categories:
misfiring, humorous, satire, society, space, surreal, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Misfiring With Love
Death appeared in our relationship
The misappropriation of love was the cause
Someone I loved was drenched in solitude
We never really knew that both of us
Shoved each other away with misalignment!
Now we know that every action is important
We said things that was unnecessary
And before we knew it, it was too late!
We still don’t have the full picture
You only came to me twice
And I guess that is the reason we paid a price of misfiring
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022...
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Categories:
misfiring, love, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
Current Periodicals
I sat down on the grass above you.
The dew drops drooping as I delicately
Drew my hand across
Your stone head;
the way I used to
run my fingers
Through your dark hair.
I, staring into your name, almost
Saw your green eyes shine
through the etched, gray letters.
“I owe you an apology and confession.”, I said.
“On January 5th as John the Revelator
was mistranslating your verse and
carrying you to Apollo‘s gates;
my cupid was misfiring his own bow.”...
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Categories:
misfiring, absence, betrayal, death, eulogy, sad love, sorry,
Form:
Free verse