Short Mordant Poems

Short Mordant Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mordant by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mordant by length and keyword.


Premium Member Love Found Me

Oh like an army
she battled through my defence
like a tornado
blew away a mordant mind,
yet the touch of an angel.

© Harry J Horsman 2013
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Clouds Rippling Across a Stygian Sky

mordant clouds swiftly ripple, moving across a stygian sky


February 18, 2023
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Form: Monoku

Premium Member To the Quick

So hailed a once sophistic court -


                    Dealt and felt, their mordant tort ...


If e'er the fount divulged its queen,


                    From seeping wrists ... what might have been.
Form: Couplet

Mountains On the Backyard

Mountains on the Backyard


This mordant assignment
Is my nemesis with physical insult-
My venerated assailant
Famed for making life difficult!

(Great Zimbabwe University, Mashava Campus.)


JM

21st Feb’ 2014
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sounds Discordant

Sounds discordant around abound We instantly react Likewise for fearful thoughts that hound Tranquility detract Aversion and desire Send to funeral pyre Be free, aglow, afire Crow’s caw mordant Sounds discordant 28-November-2021 Quietus
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Snow Night

Snow began in mordant gray dusk,
a silent sprinkle of crystal light twinkle,
attaché charm to the simply ordinary.

Purple skies drew black as dreary fought back 
to obscure winter’s mask of ceramic magique. 

Yellow sodium campus lights slow ignite to golden
halo bright, their intense, saintly glows casting rivers 
of shadow and a golden glisten to the snowflakes that fall 
twisting, in silence, in grace, to present winter's face.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Because Trouble Don'T Last Always

Because Trouble Don’t Last Always

Have you 
ever had sour thoughts
that pickled 
you mind
until you realized
brine times of life
had to be left 
behind;
and then 
you sought
lush cane fields
in which to rump 
and wallow
and scream 
in wholesome glee? 
Indeed, pity on the fool 
denied mordant 
menacing moments 
of gloom 
devoured and transformed
by the sweetness 
of happy times dawning!
Yes, to be sad is bad;
to not know happiness is worst.

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