Short Sterility Poems
Short Sterility Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sterility by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sterility by length and keyword.
The pursuit of profundity
prior to simplicity
educes sterility
Mere simplicity
sans profundity
precludes fecundity
Please don’t whisper Cupid’s brutal name
Salvation’s ghost can’t quell my shame
My heart pushes only blood
Through unproductive mud
Waste festers inside
No trace of pride
Pulses though
Without
You
Becoming scattered,
the winged visitors
in my chest.
Is there a home?
for sane thoughts in the jungle?
of unthruths ?
How long I will
continue my journey
in search of grass ?
Satish Verma
Womb
belonged to her
steps crossed the doorstep
found limbs
and forbid them to cry
sterility painted
palm
came close
stopped at skin
she will be safe
there was no one
to
by lambs blood
cover
above door of
the house which used to call home
In the world
There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life
There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body
There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game
- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram
Good poets are born, not fashioned.
The masters of sterility
write verses in prose and christen
them in the name of Poetry.
Meters are measured arrangements,
rhyme is correspondence of sound;
But devoid of inspiration
results, if ever, rarely found.
A poem must be a poets breath:
On inhalation he creates,
the exhalation, he narrates.
Breathing life into words once dead.
Listen to poem:
a Curtal Sonnet
AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad
it to subservience penned up in stalls.
Singularity approaches quickly
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.