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Short Recoiled Poems

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


Longevity
Your smile now leaves me immune
to your nearness
as she spits her spit
to stories of drought
amongst the crowded camp fire
where her salt tears are recoiled





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Categories: recoiled, analogy,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Bob From Nod
In the land of Nod lived a man named Bob Some people described him as a bit of a slob His undies were soiled People recoiled At the sight of this fellow, a strange sort of a knob © Jack Ellison 2015
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Categories: recoiled, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Snakebite
I was listening to electronic music,
And i could see peaks and troughs of the beats,
With my mind hand i reached out and caught it,
A real live wire,
Then i recoiled in shock,
An electric bite from the thousand year snake....

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Categories: recoiled, imagination
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Do Us Part
I said the vow
now
we are parted
you slept well
years passed
no one
knew
watching
labored
deep
snoring 
could be 
so boring.

Loyal yet
I recoiled
from the frigid
side.
of the bed
pouting
praying
that love
would have
restored
your desires....

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Categories: recoiled, bereavement, death, death of a friend,
Form: Light Verse
Fare Dinkum
. for public domain

My thoughts scattered,
my soul leaned toward
running on a Roman sword.

The enemy,
a futile life,
recoiled from this soldier's knife.

"Come live this way,"
the beckoned plea.
(Live less than you are, they mean.)

Oblivion
awaits us all.
I'll own my end, not the less....

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Categories: recoiled, death, destiny, identity, soldier,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Harvest of Love
It is harvest time; 
I am reaping sheaves of love, 
and loving in abundance. 

The field has been fallow, 
shallow, superficial unyielding soil; 
I have recoiled and retreated 

but now I am needed. I am free. 
I am loved; released to be me. 
I am adored and adoring in abundance. 

It is good year....

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Categories: recoiled, love
Form: Free verse
Untitled
I slowly open my eyes as the morning chorus of mother nature sings
     A cold bubble of impenetrable sadness enveloped me, like icy angel wings
     As quickly as it came, it recoiled, like a crisp whisper in the thick air of silence
     Try as i might to capture it, the feeling slips from my grasp in muted violence...

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Categories: recoiled, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Shade
The shadow stood in daylights glare
and raised its face to the air
brothers sheltered in meekest corner
or under rock unturned
some dissolved in misty puddle
but others watched in wonder
as sunlight turned asunder
and beams recoiled from his form
Shadow hands joined
and myriads of shapeless born
raised eyes skyward
there thirst to see the morn
The shadows of the never gone...

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Categories: recoiled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Wrapped Up
Curator's canvas primed white
Pure white and found wanting
a common subject to decant- 
Man and Woman, in waiting.
Once laurel-wreathed,
Now ceremonially decadent.
Not a word, True Love breathed...
Recoiled lives once ravelled
will be parallel lives travelled
in convoluted loving.
And truer twisted hating.


Posted: 21/07/2018.
(This is about the love/hate aspect that unravels what could be good relationships.)...

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Categories: recoiled, psychological, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Last Call
I'll change my star sign
A thousand times, what's one more?
It shines through summertime

Frozen, recoiled and glacial
Take a shot into the light
And melt yourself a river

Guilt is shattered inside
This glass shouldn't be worrisome
Help rebuild my penitency

Measured advances in moments
Last call, I'm imperative
But my scales are nearly broken

Autunm appears threatening
First of all, of a good time
But also a missed opportunity...

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Categories: recoiled, friendship, miss you, summer,
Form: Free verse
What Power We Speak
a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the 
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the 
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone 
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once 
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious 
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction 
abides....

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Categories: recoiled, imagination, on writing and words, social,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Shattered Sighs