Short Quietus Poems

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Short Quietus poem by Nigel Fox| Details |



Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010

Short Quietus poem by Jo Bien| Details |


U - unreciprocated
N - never
R - rebuffed
E - empty
Q - quietus
U - useless
I - ignored
T - torn
E - eradicated
D - destroyed

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009

Short Quietus poem by Gail Foster| Details |

quietus, a tanka

after the guns stop
flowers from love letters fall
soft on no man’s ground

no glory be found in this 
quietus of butterflies

© Gail Foster 11th November 2016

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Short Quietus poem by Jo Saunders| Details |


Zapping your xylophone
While viewing unhappiness
The still reverberating quietus
Pounds on my limbo.
Kings jump in high garters
Feathered elands dive
Catching beautiful aardvarks.

Copyright © Jo Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Short Quietus poem by Gary Gene Linney| Details |

Wooden Boxes

There is a box,
out there,
for me,
from unknown land,
and unknown tree.

'Til quietus reached,

But I know,
one day,
with all the intimacy of a long lost friend.

Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015

Short Quietus poem by Jo Hayton| Details |


I still awake with the words 'Why'
The only colour a burnt black
The only sound
The clocks distorted whine

A cup of tea tastes bitter
When accepted by stained lips
Last nights tears bid for revival
As life again begins without you

Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2010

Short Quietus poem by Brian Strand| Details |


Is hades your sheol,
Quietus' staging post,
A chasm to separate
Paradise from hell-

Will you await alongside the lake,
Resurrection's second death-
Or be named in the book of life,
A Christian shibboleth.

Full story@ Luke 16:19-31 & Rev 20

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

Short Quietus poem by Diana Bosa| Details |


Sadly we did not realize
that the silence between us
became a veil
(so I could not see you),
from that veil 
it became a curtain
(so I could not hear you),
from that curtain 
it became a wall
(so I could not touch you),
and from that wall 
it became the world itself,
so, now on I am 
unable to feel you.

Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016

Short Quietus poem by Faye Gibson| Details |

Cloud Quietus

White chariot
pounds pavement blue,
hooves beat tattoo
on drum of sky.
Ashen fleece borne,
softly I lie,
earth's pull defy-
victory ride.
Faye Gibson Copyright, August 3, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Short Quietus poem by Ja Ja| Details |


Having long ago gone past
The equinox, of my being
Now, it’s only atrophy 
In myself I’m seeing

Yet, I grudgingly march on
To the solstice in my life
A meeting with that grim
And hooded thing, with scythe

But, this journey to my destiny
At the end of perdition’s road
Is made, not with heavy heart
But with joy, from easing of the load
BOEMS BY JA 286   

Copyright © Ja Ja | Year Posted 2017

Short Quietus poem by Quinn Darby| Details |


Heart black as night
A soul light as day,
Eyes blue as the bay.

Death is one
Life is two,
I need you.

Heart white as snow
A soul pale as can be.
Eyes green as the leaves on a tree.

Quietus for me,
Sentience for us.
Do you love me?

Wrong instead of right
Our love ends today
And so now it will decay.

Death for me,
Life for you
You betrayed me.

Leave me be.
Go on with your life.

Copyright © Quinn Darby | Year Posted 2012

Short Quietus poem by Eugene Harvey| Details |


beyond twilight’s
colorless souls
forever lost
at sea

empty decayed
long forgotten
unsettled silent

beneath barren
blind transparent
soft cloudless

vanished hearts
entreating cries
ever breathless

their unhealed
silent spiritless
yet endless woe

© Eugene Harvey

Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2012

Short Quietus poem by MC MC| Details |

Hostel on The Prairie Meadow

O'er on the Prairie Meadow postures
my quietus Bed & Breakfast Inn
Where there is no granduer pasture
and the tones of  travelers leer weary
until they consider and decide to come in.
Welcome take refuge;we're fixed cozy & cheery
an invitation for repose & long overdue rest 
for the many eyes that oft weigh so bleary
we safekeep and are considered the very best!

McCuen Copyright October 2008

Copyright © MC MC | Year Posted 2008

Short Quietus poem by Albert Ahearn| Details |

Just before the rain

I’m happiest when the weather is gloomy and threatening rain. Its tendency, this low pressure, forces most people to remain inside comfortable houses. Outside becomes much quieter assuming a shushed quietus that wouldn’t normally occur if the day were a sunny one; so I pray that this low holds fast concealing the intrusive sun behind the looming overcast while I revel in its stillness and its lugubrious bleakness.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2012

Short Quietus poem by Myles McCartan| Details |

The House That Jack Never Built

Plans as solid at the foundations of the house
They’d live in the caravan, sure it was only temporary
A house so big, that all of their family might fit.
That family never did get bigger, only smaller
A quietus ill-deserved

He started in earnest, cement mixed, bricks placed
But then she got sick and sicker still
No more bricks were ever stacked and no family born
He lives in the caravan alone now
That was the house that Jack never built

Copyright © Myles McCartan | Year Posted 2008

Short Quietus poem by Satish Verma| Details |


scape without a name
scepter of a colossus
merge in a yellow boom
between hunch and a knife,

to keep shut the glassy lips
from red stares
a secret of an anonym
scripting sunset

the stacked neurotransmission
of millions of texts
with quietus
not to return back without the foe’s skull

a hollowness reverberates
while indifference talks
of moon’s lair
nor a dwindling shoulder –

and the tigers have disappeared
from sanctury


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2010

Short Quietus poem by Brian Strand| Details |

Vignette-Faith quaternion

Hush,is that a knock upon your door,
A guest,who is seeking more,
Someone,perhaps come to dine
A feast for two and then
Converse in fellowship divine

Fall has the middle wall,
In two,the veil is  torn
Emnity has no call-
With Him,our cornerstone
No longer,we....forlorn

Is Hades your sheol
Quietus staging post
A chasm to separate,
Paradise from Hell

Will you await along the lake,
Resurrection's second death-
Or be a name in the Book of Life
His name on your forehead 

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012