Short Rictus Poems
Short Rictus Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rictus by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rictus by length and keyword.
Dying With Regret
cheerless, wretched life
failure cycling
gaping rictus of
disheartened gloom
preying on
my soul’s regret
faith chagrined
headlong plummet
into darkness’
gaping maw
I depart
oblivion...
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Categories:
rictus, death,
Form:
Free verse
ACCEPTANCE
ACCEPTANCE
Thinking that I’m happy today
Well now, isn’t that just great
It makes a change, you think
Faking it right up to the brink
What you probably anticipate
When hearing a donkey bray
My smile, almost a rictus grin
Almost as cold as shiny shoes
Joy is an old grainy TV show
It’s canned laughter you know
I guess it’s time for the blues
They’ve arrived, show them in
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Categories:
rictus, i am, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
The Scuba Diver
The Scuba Diver
we look down
signal frantically
‘come up’,
though it is already
too late
he dances wide eyed
with ecstasy
as the nitrogen
tickles his cells
anemones
cling to the steep
rock walls
fish feed and dawdle
incuriously
we peer through
our tiny windows
into the ink black sea
as he goes
free wheeling
down,
down,
a rictus of laughter
on his face...
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Categories:
rictus, death, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Flight Without Wings
The ragged precipice surmounted,
he stands, leaning forward, looking down
into nature's yawning rictus—
pondering flight without wings.
Restlessness in being,
he’s come unhinged in time
whose moments intertwine,
leaving him indifferent to his age.
Neither older than yesterday
nor younger than tomorrow,
life's review passes. Reaching out his arms,
he jumps...and simply floats away....
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Categories:
rictus, flying, time,
Form:
Free verse
A Part of History
A PART OF HISTORY
Our failures in cities burn-forget-
Our failures haunt us-biting heels
We choked rictus stun their neon
We are awaiting instructions-but-
His masked beings see us but do not touch us
They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing
I see no valid interlocutors in our failures
unsustainable and necrotic inside
dolls and stumps but only weak
Crawling and scratching kevlar window separating us from living...
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Categories:
rictus, absence, city,
Form:
Narrative