Short Mouldering Poems
Short Mouldering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mouldering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mouldering by length and keyword.
Why should I want the holy moment of birth,when it will be finished with mouldering?
Why should I like the developement and cultivation,when the result is utter devestation.
Why should I be happy,for the lovers meeting,when it will be ended up with seperation.
Categories:
mouldering, death, depression, divorce,
Form:
I do not know?
across tree-lined yards
leaves dance in colorful frocks --
distant school bell chimes
through open windows
the scent of pumpkin spice drifts --
an orange moon rises
under charcoal skies
rain dampens mouldering leaves --
a lone snowflake falls
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 29, 2012
for Autumn Splendor Contest (Russell Sivey)
Categories:
mouldering, happiness, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
We move through the hollows of everyday life,
Shaking and quaking and searching for spice.
Round and round a day we make,
To some we give, others we take.
Mouldering, soldiering, passing ways,
Folded pieces hidden for remembered days.
Solid state and filled with cracks,
All full things have a point which lacks.
Truth is a truth, a lie is a lie,
So it goes 'til the day you die.
Categories:
mouldering, lifeday,
Form:
Free verse
Prison Earth,
where the levels hurt,
Depending on your location,
Deeper do do,
Afghanistan worse,
The prison’s of our creation.
What is this place,
in mouldering time,
where I see it not at all,
on the prison earth,
right from my birth,
a criminal oh so small.
will ya trip n fall,
on the bladder gall,
at the abbatoir,
dunno?!?
Get anudder job,
Be a bloody snob
Shut yer gob
yer hopeless so n so …
Don Johnson 28-sep-11
Categories:
mouldering, adventure,
Form:
Ballade
Sickly sickly treacle trickley
seeps on, mouldering down the crock.
Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily
keeps on for many a round of the clock.
I wonder I wonder if I would turn green
Should I gutsily plunder its festering urn,
Or should I desecrate such a picnic-y scene
If I’d gently expire or clamorously burn.
Quickly quickly treacle slickly
Drippily dribbles down onto the floor—
‘Fore I can supply my sick wonder
The trickley treacle has trickled off and is no more.
Categories:
mouldering, humorous, silly, word play,
Form:
Rhyme