Short Noir Poems
Short Noir Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Noir by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Noir by length and keyword.
Subtle tee preferred the company of those in sweet repose
His presence needless to say, an easiness would impose
We tried to engage him but this seemed to enrage him
So we settled for making him the subject of this prose.
Yesterday, it was the tortoise and the hare.
Today, another unlikely pair -
an alley cat, a stolen car,
and a mouse on the lam who wouldn't get far -
two double crossers, one prayer, "God willing,
all I ask, 'a drive-by killing'".
One of two, not yet perfect
Angry for the intrusion
Envious of your insight
Never will see it again
I think you're brilliant
I finally did
I already knew
Afraid of the point of view
Wondered when you would make mine
I've seen what you've done
Find me
In the middle
Where
The light
Meets
The dark
Find me
In the few seconds
Before the eclipse
Falls into
Total
Noir
The single moment
When
The moon
And
The sun
Are one
Hands toward
The light
Our footsteps
Echoing
Into the silence
Film Noir
They had to operate
remove the one
and from the other
take a nugget.
Later in the hall
they said they got it all.
They said how well
she’d be with rest.
Her first night home,
as we prepared for bed,
she turned to show me.
In my mind the cinema of fleet
but fecund years
ran through another time.
Donal Mahoney
All the people stop and stare,
they don't care, they don't mind the street-lights.
Bumpers kiss, fenders bend, I saw her grin, when she saw them glance again.
Black skin, with the wild hair, ripped denim laminated on her derrière.
Leather in the summer, ask her if she cares, all the people stop and stare.
Black vintage with the wild hair.
Nether and far, darkness among stars
A painless realm daunting hidden charm
Neutrons and Adams, the beginning
Above the heavens, gods even sinning
Crimes of the universe
Negatives and positives
Black holes letting the evil escape
Crippling this world with
Left over hate
Tears overwhelm
And saturate
Ubiquitous whims
In rhythm sings
At fates door
No more
under the moon and murky alleyways
i roam with rats the mean and rain-slicked streets
a private eye, taking whatever pays
i search for her, whose husbands bloody sheets...
paid me to find her and his rich receipts
with-in the fog was smoke like fog in air
from her short cigarette and sinful glare
the light from lamp poles blinked; our bullets blew
a man was dead from our brief love affair
and briefly bullets both inside us grew
From Noir to Blanche
The lovely daisies closed my eyes
I dreamt of angels in disguise
Who walked upon my mortal land
Dressed only in their black and gray
The somber clothing very bland
They gathered flowers as they passed
Then tossed them in the summer air
As they alit bright colors beamed
The daisies turned my eyes to green
Their clothing white to end the dream
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Dark thoughts, running around my head
Tortured soul, wishing it was dead
Not knowing how she truly feels
Wounds she caused, will they heal?
Death of me, would be an easy option
Noose, or blade? Or drugs of some concoction?
No! I can’t, my faith won’t let me!
Hope still lives, together, myself and she?
Patience, a virtue, I wish to know!
So this seed I’ll plant, and watch it grow.
What will it be?
I’ll wait and see!
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