Short Sawn Poems
Short Sawn Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sawn by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sawn by length and keyword.
a lovely white swan
sang as she waltzed on the pond
hi and very low
rendering viewers speechless
Is this her final sawn song
Categories:
sawn, dance,
Form:
Tanka
Cindy was really a man
You could tell by the size of her hands
So one day in Bournemouth
She had them both sawn off
But now she can't shave her beard
Categories:
sawn, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Her Monalisa smile set my teeth on edge
In my hitman diary her name i etch!
Dusk to sawn i hit up for the shooting star
Rolling around with a 9mm and a old guitar!
Categories:
sawn, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
SOUNDS I LIKE
Hiss of waves in seas
Wood being hand-sawn in chunks
Howling wind through trees
Key in lock heavy oily metallic clunks
Baby’s gurgling at a bottle teat
Cat’s throaty purrs on my knee
Man’s whistling at work in the street
Kettle being filled with water for tea
Categories:
sawn, visionary,
Form:
Quatrain
aura seeped'n seals
trained by breech
entrenched in smirk
leering limbs lurch
saucy smirk spank
face into trance
lusty lips weave
hoisted hankering hymns
rustling robust rhythm
jumpy jazz jolts
per punctured pores
sappy song sawn
admirer nursing gores
felon face prod.
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Categories:
sawn, sexy,
Form:
Sonnet
Sharp jagged edges tear through my skull
running backwards and forwards
creating heat, as only your words can
Nerve ends jangle
trying to understand the sensations
of torn skin
of bone displaced
of blood in strange, new places
Then comes the ultimate reward -
my mind is opened
Categories:
sawn, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Slipping into dark night’s restful sleep
We trust God we will awake at dawn
Readied for a consciousness leap
Fearing not onset of stupor’s yawn
Recognising play of the Gunas three
Layer by layer ego cravings are sawn
Upon getting head and heart to agree
Soul ascends as will to God we bend
No longer are we tied to mind’s tree
As our ear to whispers of love we lend
There remain no goalposts to defend
Categories:
sawn, sleep, spiritual,
Form:
Terza Rima
The Elephant is big and strong
It’s history runs deep and long
But lots of Elephant’s are starting to die
These friendly creatures and I’ll tell you why,
They’re being killed by humans all around
Tusks being sawn off is a harrowing sound
Just for those tusks, they destroy the whole thing
For the sake of an ornament, chess piece or ring
So although you can’t hear it
The elephant cries
Don’t buy the ivory
Because one of us dies.
Categories:
sawn, abuse, animal, care, creation, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
tHE pLANER PARES AWAY THE
ROUGH
THINK IT'S HAd enough
it's a model
of perfection
the planer differs from the sawn
the printed instructions
have been draw
smooth surfaces
who hast chorened
made it easier
to do the thing
Baby let me hear you sing
love listening to your voice
love you more than anything
what so ever
it's your chose
Play your bassoon
the orchestra will groove
jammin to the music
sounds to make your
body move
Categories:
sawn, guitar, language,
Form:
Ballad
Frisson Moments
(free-sawn)
By: Miracle Man
7/12/2020
Early life was filled with frisson times,
lately, it resembles a basket of peach centers.
Analyzing the two, it’s been two distinct lifetimes,
anxiety has made me one of life’s dissenters.
I’ve heard that “early to bed and early to rise”,
and I’ve often wondered, if true, this be.
Will it “make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise”?
thus far I’m batting 000 for three.
Categories:
sawn, age, angst, life,
Form:
Lyric
Denuded by the wind and rain
A tree without its bark stands
Dead but rooted still.
Its limbs not fallen off, but sawn.
As headless as a Grecian statue is.
A sun bleached desert tan
With arbitrary swirls of gray.
This driftwood’s half a continent away
From either ocean’s seething waves.
Woodpeckers have hammered out
Whatever’s left of life inside.
How can so dead a thing, be this sensual?
More erotic than a tree
Has decently a right to be.
Categories:
sawn, beauty, introspection, lust, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Standing guard a once majestic neighborhood
Sawn apart from natures living wood
Dusted grey by ages blowing by
Dilapidation falls, the cities cry
By malfeasance where once a palace stood
Against the wild desires to render dark
Wrought by charge, another face demands the final dollar
Disgraced by greed misplaced, a disposition now unsteady
So like us the bleeding out
No respect to spare a face
Grief our legacy to failed belief
Lonely sentinels in a stricken place
Categories:
sawn, america, city,
Form:
Rhyme