Short Questioner Poems

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


Raven Compression

wild messenger 

signals true passion 

mystery presenter

trickster intelligent 

casts light into dark

black questioner

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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Oracle and Querent Diamante

Oracle The Wise, Mystical Blessing, Spellcasting, Foretelling Black Sorcerer, Divine, Innocent, Questioner Listening, Ingesting, Participating Curious, Wonderer Querent Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Form: Diamante

The Cry of the Bugle

Regardless the battlefield,
   one fight rages on

Regardless the outcome
  —a warriors song

Regardless the politics,
   the brave fight and die

Regardless the questioner
  —blood telling no lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
war
Form: Rhyme

Poet

Prince without a lineage
King without a throne

Master without servants
Lover of that unknown

Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine

Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes

Reason when excuses falter
Questioner when answers fail

Link between the seasons
First breath a baby wails

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Form: Ballad

Poet

Prince without lineage
King without a throne

Master without servants
Lover of that unknown

Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine

Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes

Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail

Link between the seasons
 —first breath a baby wails

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
Form: Rhyme


Poet

Prince without a lineage
King without a throne

Master without servants
Lover of that unknown

Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine

Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes

Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail

Link between the seasons
  —first breath a baby wails

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who Am I

‘Who am I’ an unanswerable question
The questioner being in a hypnotic trance
The mind that asks itself requiring negation
Dissolution of identity being our only chance

Clue being ‘what is that that neither comes nor goes’
That that experiences unaffected as formless awareness
Silence & stillness revealing our Self as bliss in repose
Resonating with Ohm in an unceasing flow of blissfulness
Form: Rhyme

A Question

A question asked
Heard by none
Never spoken
Nothing done

A question answered
Somehow they knew
Talked to the air
As confusion grew

The questioner replied
Muttered no sound
Nothing to be seen
Searching around

The answerer asked
What's going on?
In the empty silence
Fearing sanity gone

Confused at themselves
'It's nothing' they said
And then a little startled
Walked on and shook their head


June 2010
Form: Quatrain

Possibility Wave

speaking to a dark current
in my own rhythm
the droning wash of tones
calling to all anxiety as kindred
collected here
to revel in exceptional acceptance
a rare platform for difficult emotions
fingering the feelings which words
are inadequate to describe

in this space
i am free to roam
unashamed
there are no wrong answers
because there are no questions

no questioner

only the endurance
of the un-involved observer

25 MAR 2016
PCOLA FL
© Ian Be  Create an image from this poem.

Short Line Ii

Ugh!

Latching onto this ones own miserable misery 
Creating a fog sweeping sweet 
She brushed her brow, put on make-up
Turning the other cheek

She favored ignorance is no excuse
When she thought ignorance is bliss
She had it in the bag to begin the abuse

What suiting question for the questioner
If I pulled a rabbit from a hat 
Could you please disappear

Humiliated emotions
Don't seem to strike her
Awkward moments
She can't seem to recover
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Questioner

The moon fills from the top
Each day gets lighter, growing
How it hold the light and it not run out
The bottom just pouring

Seeing the moon in day
Up in the clear sky blue
Makes mind search for way to express
Ones' questions about you

Momma always said that
I could ask more questions
Than Philadelphia lawyer
Her.....abstentions


(My mother always said that I asked too many questions ...Very inquistive child was I....Still 
wonder.....The word abstentions means ...no do.)
Form: Rhyme

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