Short Resemblances Poems

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


Hospice

Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations. 

Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings 
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky, distant
as the webbed
membranes
of memories.
© Glen Enloe  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member As Is Moments

Vivid sketches,
a parade
of resemblances,
canvas afloat
before my eyes:
expressionist
impressionist
abstractions
locked forever
in time:
the familiar,
the muddled or
befuddled
inventive
imaginings
before me file,
to stay awhile
and truncate my day:
I contemplate
and marvel
the many things
to me they say
Form: Verse

Premium Member Family Tree

Born into family Resemblances I see; Expressions, looks, the eyes And hair, it is all there; Traceable D N A Whom I am; it will tell. Ancestry tells me, What will become of Me in the future; Whom I was, days past, Prince or pauper, I. Heritage is Amazing biz; No turning back; The die was cast. Still for me I’ve yet to See that which, Truly explains, Me.

Spring Is Finally Here

Each needle on the pine quivers 
happily in the mysterious wind. 
Clouds flutter across the great blue 
sky with illusionary resemblances. 
Birds chirp, "Come outside and sit awhile. 
Spring is finally here!" 
Bugs buzz through the sun-warmed 
grass with each step. 
Rabbits hop lazily to and fro with 
their ears up and their eyes bright. 
Brilliantly colored kites accumulate in 
the voracious sky. 
And the birds continue to sing, 
"Spring is finally here."
Form:

My Cup of Tea

Sometimes It seems
like I can still feel 
the rhytm of your heartbeat
Going up and down
together with mine
In its meek and deep 
beat so sweet
I melt in
As does honey
in my cup of tea.
So I blame them honey bees
for my weakened,  falling knees
for wanting  to kiss 
you while the night 
shades the day
in its repeating way
out of our resemblances.
And in my silence
I pray to the trees
nurturing the flowers
for them needy bees
to let me feed on
the feel of your heartbeat.
© Jaro Tomko  Create an image from this poem.


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