Short Mori Poems

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


Memento Mori

black
brown
purple
red
orange
and
yellow
leaves
scattered 
aground
with
some
green
ones
fallen
among
them


Mori Iterum

In 
the finality
of its embers

Form
burns like 
 a kindling

Freeing
the beginning
of all that is possible

Freeing
the memory
— of tomorrow’s embrace  

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Memento Mori

we are mere travelers
through this plane
who we are
what we posses
are sands
through the hour glass
memento mori
we are already gone
to God
who waits at the end of time
carpe diem
live it 
love it

Premium Member Memento Mori

One day, someday, man will awake.
He will find the time of his mistake.
He will turn and cry at his defeat.
On how he’s made this world so bleak.
Yes, he will cry & try to make amends.
Yet what’s done is done & tis the end.
© Pax Geist  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Upon the Death of My Brother

At the end of this past night's dream, I came around the corner and saw into the kitchen, where Wilum was doing the dishes. I stood a moment paralyzed, realizing he was a ghost, as he turned and smiled at me. I said, "Oh. You came." I strode forth and hugged him tightly, and woke weeping.


Bilu Mori

Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Gal vich eday kali dori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Shayer babu ay munda lahori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Baanh vich kara chapal peshori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Ay laga phiray chori chori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Khuda janda recce de story
Time sada chukay bilu Mori.
Note. Ham kis marz ki dava hain.
Form: Couplet

Momento Mori

a smile upon a young girl’s face
as she plucks a rose from a garden bed
hair filled with Queen-Anne’s-lace
a crown of daisy’s adorns her head
no sooner plucked then left for dead

though an honorable thief
with heart as pure as gold
these aren’t the flowers of O’Keeffe
whose features won’t grow old,
petals will droop, decay, mold

to watch a flower wither
is an honest thing
she kept the crown with her
memento mori she could bring
as she planned redemption in the spring
© C.W. Bryan  Create an image from this poem.

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