Short Muse Poems
Short Muse Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Muse by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Muse by length and keyword.
I never wanted she
trimming my words
I always wanted muse
icon not to be blues
so much Tuesday 14.06.2016
before
i could
finish
her
sticky
bun
she
licked
my fingers
and asked
would you
love some
Colombian
coffee
Form:
i can quiff
you can
queef
but we
both
can
quaff and
so toast
i to you
and you to
anyone
you
want
to
Form:
put a ticket
in my hand
again
i begin
to be
a kid
again
but not
asking
where
but are
we there
yet
Form:
Be careful when
the Siren calls
because…
Where you fall in love
is where you’ll stay
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
how may the dreamed object
awake within the dream
if subject be asleep
02-September-2021
I asked my muse softly,
"What words do you have today?"
She winked from the margins
and whispered, “Start this way…”
.
whoa wit that wind spring
whilst the flower front mine blooms
shrink not the puff's rose
Always quietly
Listening, while feeling lost
In either their words
Or in all of my musings,
Although, never confusing.
if i drank coffee
i'd ask her to come
swim in my cup
she's better then cane
better then maple
she's brown
sugar
Form:
two
and
a half
slices
my eyes
were more
then i figured
bigger than a
pizza pie
but
that's
amore
Form:
it took
an ant
two hours
to take
a seed
from point A
to point B
it took
me two
hours to
watch
him
do it
Form:
ignorance is
bliss don't
you know
what's happening
perhaps not
knowing is
the truth
to true
enlightenment
Form:
if i could
be a bird
i'd be
a cassowary
without
worries
that i
can't
fly
what are
these things
called wings
Form:
Through insanity
If concept of me was lost
I'd still remember
By the way you walk and gaze
Who is the muse of my heart
Leaves in shades of red and gold
Magnificent to see
But since they only last one year
I'd rather be a tree
Stein's rose line
Warhol's can
a symbol without
simile
the artist
once known as
Prince
my Muse is my Muse is my Muse
Form:
at the next
stop turn left
left?
right
right?
no left
absolutely
successfully
confusing
another
student
driver
Form:
i bit
i licked
juice
dripping
down my
finger tips
eating a good
old granny smith
but having to pitch
the hard core
Form:
the holy
grail has
been
found
yet
sated
by blood
i'm not
instead a brown
paper bagged
bottle of red
dry wine
Form:
it was
seventeen
ninety one
just one
of those
years
a passing
note in
time
Mozart died
but is still
alive
Form:
my wood
pecker hips
come
knocking
on your
tree
trying to
find
something
to eat
but
even yours
has
a back
door
Form:
the haves and have nots
each has what other has not ~
yet they both know not
11-April-2022
In the misty dawn,
Gently rising hope
Praising, a poem
Written by the sun
Who has melted night
With her still beauty
music of the spheres
imbibed by resonation ~
heart lotus opens
ripples in the void convey
the sound of one hand clapping