Short Staleness Poems
Short Staleness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Staleness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Staleness by length and keyword.
it's teeth
some jaw around
my head, biting
baiting an air beast
wintering wind
anaconda squeeze
of miserly monsters
that I'm dragging
as I walk and wings
whose tips stipple
cheeks, reddening
through slow-mo
torture but somehow
that winter stroll
hidden critters galore
is a glorious break
beckoning staleness
from stolid afternoons
Categories:
staleness, imagery, nature, seasons, weather, wind, winter, word
Form:
Alliteration
My being here before thy faith,
a signifying turn of wait
Oh, halt the time within, not hate
the staleness, nor the sameness state.
And gratify me not with rate
that I am bettering by gate,
I tend to own not, that I fate
my real self's owning of abate.
A giving wield, a blessing's mate,
that Godly given finds relate.
His helping hand does indicate,
my soul's true stand in thy debate!
Categories:
staleness, faith, hope, inspirational, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…
Categories:
staleness, angst, life, love, time,
Form:
Free verse
Here I once am again,
Resting where there's true peace
But not in the way you would imagine
Let me go on and explain.
Others accept the usuality of reality
But to I, I think beyond such staleness
Things that embody greatness.
The way that the trees are complete with their leaves
Is how I feel sanity
When the mind is at ease.
Where it can scatter and be free.
That's my own little fun curated reality,
Well, outside the outside world.
Categories:
staleness, imagination, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Time has come for drama to end.
Serving no one’s purpose to recall,
True responses shall never send.
Many souls have been lost to a fall.
Friends forever forgotten so trite,
It has even started a free for all.
Drama has no wrong or right.
It brings staleness to life.
There is never any delight.
Delivering misguided strife.
No one wins in this game.
It truly has become rife.
While we are the ones to blame,
Drama is a complete shame.
Categories:
staleness, confusion, life, loss, people, philosophy, social
Form:
Terza Rima
Waking up to the
smell of sweaty socks
much like a locker room
at the gym.
Took my morning brew outside -
relieving my lungs of the staleness
of a closed room.
The air much to be
a relief as I watch the clouds
and trees moving in a world
of continual change.
Nothing ever to stay the same
except for change - and fresh morning
air cooling my brew - good thing
to be living alone - who else
could put up with the stench
of sweaty socks - or a stale room?
Categories:
staleness, change, nature,
Form:
Free verse