Short Sequels Poems
Short Sequels Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sequels by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sequels by length and keyword.
Out
of
focus-
impressions,
silhouettes and blurs.
Impression-Sunrise by Monet
http://www.webexhibits.org/colorart/monet.html
The first Impressionist painting
Categories:
sequels, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
From the poorly buried pain,
sad flowers are born,
and from painful longing
can eternize the absent
love...
So, it doesn't terminate
a love left behind,
sans sequels... !
Categories:
sequels, allegory, allusion, lost love, metaphor, sad love,
Form:
Light Verse
They're almost never as good
sort of like sloppy seconds.
But the industry loves them,
the brand is established and
the public flocks in greater numbers
to see what they know is coming.
12/15/2017
Categories:
sequels, life,
Form:
Free verse
ACCESS DENIED
screeching of brakes
sequels then breaks
flickering lights…
on…off..on..off..
then it all turns
white
like peeling skin
screaming
access denied
© Kim van Breda—19 October 2015
Categories:
sequels, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
Your love is...
My profound love for you
is the decree of my heart;
For my affection for you
is as delightful as
a yearned kiss;
placed upon the lips in due season.
For your passionate voice opens
the sequels of my heart;
And so gracefully blessed me with,
thee pillows of Grace.
For my heart rises
On your heart beat;
And sets;
in the heaven of your eyes!
Categories:
sequels, love, religion, romance, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Romanticism
my back against the wall
and my mind set
i'll look back
for the last time
and go where
the wind blow me
i'm continued in life
like sequels in movies
my menu
is priced
from what i been threw
the odds
even
my place in this world
i was locked down in my
heart and mind
now release
i'm reaping all the
success i can find
what a relieve
to be the cheif
of my own
life line
Categories:
sequels, introspection, life,
Form:
Lay
Silk, the rose passed gently along my ache
where long dormant senses wake
every move you make most incredible
as whispered eyes move close to rest
Pain, you have lain too long
through the recesses of my time
Rewind, I have taken back my mind
as fingers glide towards the spine
worn down pages flipped over and
the hunger fades the blues
No sequels written, it is as if ...
satin slides the night
touches wont ignite
Categories:
sequels, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
This poem has yet to finish.
It's barely past the start.
It hasn't any followers
and isn't yet an art.
The subject is not written:
direction not quite clear.
My reason for it's being
is only what is here.
The length is getting longer
with nothing more to say.
Without a proper ending
it just might run astray.
I'll say my final thoughts
in hopes they'll bring an end.
But really; who'm I kidding,
a sequels 'round the bend.
Categories:
sequels, absence, confusion, creation, eulogy, fun, funny,
Form:
Quatrain