Short Steeled Poems
Short Steeled Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Steeled by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Steeled by length and keyword.
The only weapon I wield,
is a pen.
i bust a poem or two,
now and then.
My heart no longer steeled
and this i say is true
my soul inside revealed
I do this just for you.
then again...
Categories:
steeled, confusion, introspection, philosophy
Form:
I do not know?
a question is asked
and we are so tasked
to ignite a mind
yet in ego’s bind
we let silence speak
that thus a sneak peek
to soul be revealed
when focus be steeled
the cosmic dancer
becomes the answer
flowing on with ease
and thus questions cease
Categories:
steeled, silence, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
Categories:
steeled, allegory, angst, depression, introspection, life, loss, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
soft murmurs of the heart concealed
allowed not the soul to be healed
contracting its heart day by day
yet displaying persona steeled
bleeding hearts see blue skies as grey
sit beside them, for a while stay
offer a healing transmission
touch of love, warmth of a sun ray
Categories:
steeled, love,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Pearl Harbor Day was today
feels like it’s gone away
Emotions it once ignited
no longer invited
Determination it long ago steeled
faded forever, without appeal
Forgive Old Glory for shedding a tear
lowered to rest after all these years
Categories:
steeled, america, memory, sad, world war ii,
Form:
Couplet
Casting
off the
shores,
bound for
faraway lands.
Setting
sail on
dark seas,
uncertain,
unknown
the travails
that await.
Crew steeled
for
adventure
exploration
fame
glory.
No
turning back.
Humanity
departing.
Longships
rising, slow
gracefully
plumes of
power
moving beyond
earthly bounds
out into the
cosmos.
Climbing the
ultimate
mountain.
Searching
exploration
triumph!
Categories:
steeled, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A strange autumn this,
with its tight closed fists,
its lynched, hollow fruitfulness.
Ashen drapes shroud
listless maples, a sky
reluctant to color its face.
We are knuckled inwards.
A pestilence has worn out
the pith of those who survive.
We enter this wintry furnace
refined, steeled, and buckled
with a somber endurance
and we will come through
just as autumn does, renewing
the earth with its fiber and sorrows.
Categories:
steeled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse