Short Rending Poems
Short Rending Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rending by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rending by length and keyword.
she left
sadly sat we
she left
empty sat we
i feel the empty
space she left
behind
many hearts rending
untold tears flowing
ah! this goddess’s gone -
gone? gone!
forever?
Form:
This
Psycho
matic
Babble
Drama
fueling
Trauma
Is
Loosening
mind
Screwy
By
Mending
amist
Rending
Right
Into The
Tightness
Of An
Ending
Cold as the winter was your farewell
Freezing the most profound of the soul
Leaving a hollow emptiness behind
Shuddering with heart rending intensity
Nayda Ivette
12-20-2015
There was a pretty child blessed with carers
Boundless joy encircled home and their dears
Ill-luck dogged them, their lives
The spirit of child soared high
Heart-rending scenes moved the dears and the nears !!
Judging our tensile strength
As she furiously reams
Nibbling away at our armor
Undeterred by wishes or dreams
Alternately pushing and pulling
Rending our world with her blast
Yanking us apart at the seams
Eyes gleam onyx-black, white silky hair gently flows
Pampered with kisses, hugs and chic bows
It's Suzanne's impish Maltese
The first lap dog, from Old Greece
Sparking heart-rending love which glows, spreads and grows
For SuZ
Death
came to my garden in a summer storm tearing and rending
afternoon sunshine on my bleeding hearts revealed passionate
Life
April 12, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Antonym Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
Despondent, falling
Or more dire
That foothold, beneath
Now gives way;
The green Earth's, and life's!
As sinks day.
Needful of uplift
A hand's, heart's
Both soft, for mercy
As strong lit
Sky, Heaven, rending
Shout, scream it.
WORDS SPOKEN OUT OF BEAUTIFUL HEART
BRINGS AMENDMENT TO THE RENDING SOUL.
WORDS SPOKEN OUT OF CARELESSNESS,
DEPRECIATE THE BEAUTY OF A PRECIOUS HEART.
NEVER LET A DAY GO BY WITHOUT SAYING
BEAUTIFUL WORDS TO BEAUTIFUL PROPLE AROUND YOU.
The Bee Gees/Gibbs Brothers
Stayed together so long
They're the undisputed kings
Of heart-rending pop songs
Three true-blue Britishers
In America, never to die
With songs like 'Massachusetts'
They're forever 'Stayin' Alive!'
We hear voices of human
their's happiness, sorrow and pain
have no time to hear heart-rending cry
of an ant floats by rain
Form:
monologue to a past one
and now you know
all of my transgressions
my rending yearnings plastered
and replastered into my heart
my whole self is bare before
spirit eyes
will you judge me now as the truth
can no longer be wrapped in my body
Who will sit by my side?
In heart-rending times, who will be my guide?
My ears struggle to find
Something as soothing as your voice
- Extracted from ' Then my BFF, now an angel' written by me on 27 February 2021. Submitted for Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Yes, I heard that
The crickets stridulating
Just when day was darkening
The frogs all flat
And bass drums in need of tightening
Late owl asking
Who was listening
The quarrels of the dogs
The night's harmony rending
The guns random futility
A sleepless clamour
Of cold hostility
No pretending,
fences need mending.
A will unbending,
always condescending.
Voices sending,
words seem unending.
Friendship rending,
intent offending.
Friendship depending,
to matters attending.
Lost friend impending
will be heartrending.
Form:
here as in flood dress
beat his chain
savage on bare iron
he sang orgies
with prisms deep but
bloodless as a black whisper
his worn epic compels brevity
shadow language rending
repulsive beneath their lather
arcs glow and groan
the ground pulls cheers
a grave on two ends.
Down the dying corridor of time
the incarnation forms,
evil materializing...............
Monster with your hooded sight,
somnolent eyelids,
flutter feathery desire,
love writhes
in rending hands,
as man
D
E
S
C
E
N
D
S
the splintered glass
of endless tears
the rending
of my life's garment
a rug pulled
from underneath
and
no air, no breath,
no sweetness
could satisfy
the absence
of your laughter
once more
I'm expected to say
goodbye
too soon, too unfairly
yet your friendship
was worth this aching price
Form:
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave
A screaming void hungrily tears me within
Fervent in claiming my complete sanity
In rending the heart of me it's worn the shell thin
And the truth just beneath starts to show within me
Reason for closeness with others to be bereft
Protected from the shadowy monsters I see
Reasoning in my sole bit of sanity left
Hold not who I may love for the darkness is me
Trek poles wending
Peak ascending
Trail keeps bending
Effort spending
Gnats offending
Stormclouds rending
Cool rain sending
Flowers tending
Clean air lending
Sunshine trending
Now descending
Hikers blending
Smiles attending
All befriending
Hike soon ending
Sleep descending
Sweet dreams sending
Muscles mending
Smiles unending
Next hike? Pending!
Quick as a lightning, is the effect on whom experiment love struck.
Causing in some one lack of appetite and insomnia.
Waiting the moment to see the beloved one.
As love struck advances, its effects are seeing by others.
Absent minded is one of the most common result.
Until its heart rending effect end, the love strucked recipient would feel
as walking in the clouds.
The Sacrifice
How can I forget that day,
you asked me to leave the Temple, my Beloved,
once upon a time, on a dark and misty morn, rending
us apart, so strange, so forlorn.
Why must I be the Limitless, entombed in a limited form?
Now quiet my beloved sit still, do not mourn!
Why did you cry when you were born?
Does the chrysalis weep for the butterfly born?
Dogs of War
Release the dogs of war!
literary beasts, teeth rending
the fabric of personal realities
digested too long, spew forth
Primal vicissitudes evolve
transformed by perception and time
unleashed, set forth to feed
ravenous souls bereft of direction
Purpose guide my pens blade
slash life upon the virgin page
blood stained truth covering
lies and banality of evil
Stoic
The onyx rose of ritual
awaits the gathering night.
Too often the almond sun
slides slowly down the buttered
sky. We know it is close,
this day when snakes fly--
a prophecy of poinsetta's red
rending our lover's eyes.
These scars like granite
streaks marbled in freshly ground
steak soak up the pink
reality of choice growing
by the front door, a lilac
of love's last coliander.