Short Staining Poems
Short Staining Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Staining by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Staining by length and keyword.
Spilled remorse staining his tears
Forever...
Silenced love lying in his words
That once went unblemished
~~
Time knows
Form:
You’re the kind of man
that ruins a handkerchief
carries it around
making art and staining hearts,
repurposing ugly tears.
rain steals the morning,
falling in degrees of gray
staining misty sighs
with hues of melancholy,
drifting with thunder's refrain
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
My lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Genetics,
our cruelest mistress
the herald’s phantom
In fated shadow
a birthmark staining
—our darkest pall
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
From my lips
Onto the page,
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
From my lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The blackberry bush
Staining my fingertips, a
Sweetness worth the mess
The sun's going down
Grab as many one can hold
Painted crimson hands
Broken hearts behave as bright
Morn' sun, hemorrhaging red
staining all that has been touched,
while pulled from loves grasp.
Loves stain
6/21/2013
oranges are staining my nails
squirting and spreading juice
aromatic, wet, tasty,
sometimes tart, sometimes sweet
some can juice them
I try
but fail
buying my juice at a store
Crying
Tears Falling,
Staining my Face.
Eyes: Swollen and Red.
My World Turning Upside Down.
Rays of Sunshine Flow,
Warming my Heart.
Softly Smiling.
Laughter.
Wet leaves of summer
where death crept, silent and slow
And our palm held tears fell down
Covering each leaf
staining them with our sadness
the cold winds blow them away
8/15/17
She turns up the music to hide the sobs
Blade meets wrist for a final encounter
Red tears come streaming, staining the ground as they fall
Silence encompasses the room despite all of the noise
Man induced with intense mischief
Blood staining his custom made handkerchief
Cutting eyes and deadly stares
Creepy crackling as he walks the stairs
He has no shadow, if you believe the myth
It sinks in deep
Staining you like bleach
It will stay there even when you are free
The weight of it will be excruciating
But you’ll move on despite it all
And you’ll be ok even on the hard days
this heat
rode my neck
sun baked brains
staining my vision
stroke
of
a
breeze
climbing
wind blown
perceptions
tumbling leafs
sword from sheath
least line maybe sayd
enough for me
?
drizzling streaks staining her window
she does not take time to see it
staring into the bushes, noting movement there
a fox? a dog? a cat?
a red cardinal flies past
her mother giving her a gentle hello
hoped for
white down
but it's
saran wrap
settling dust
soak staining
weathered wood
laquering streets
warming bars
and hearts
gray wool
hugging the earth
softly
snuggling me
on this
see-your-breath
morning
How beautiful it is,
To believe you loved me..
To let your eyelashes blink flecks of stardust on my skin..
Permanently staining me with your essence..
Oh, love.
It burned at first, just a little
God..
It was worth it.
"We need more space," you voiced.
"This space to let."
The notice hastily scrawled
childlike on an index card
glimpsed in the co-op window
passed by quickly;
rain staining a new coat,
reminded me;
I had heard and not heard.
Trump Through Basic Training
Trump could never make it through basic training;
Instead stood under golden shower that is staining;
Cause that losses,
With many excuses;
From being president should have been refraining.
Jim Horn
A knife's edge and a painful cry.
flashes in my mindful eye.
A cry for help. a plea for mercy.
I stand there and watch.
Yet im miles away.
So close, yet so far
My mind in turmoil.
Blood falls, drop by drop
Staining hells depth....
berry picking in the field behind home
beyond the dark leaves were the blueberries
like tiny blue lamps lit by the sun
we laugh in the hush
and put the berries in our mouths
the juice staining our lips
and fingers blue . . .
The Moon
large white gazing ball
hangs upon nothing
in the dark carpet above
billowing canvas
myraids of crystals
pierce black pillows
at the farthest point
where the water never ends
silver sprayed twinkling shine
staining the glassy sea
If our high hopes
and a rainbow’s slopes
collide,
wide scopes of kaleidoscopes
raining
bold, forgotten designs
upon old, cotton twines
we’re staining
still bind the gentle mind,
after all this while, to
tie-dye’s sentimental style.
E. V. Wyler