Short Stigmata Poems
Short Stigmata Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stigmata by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stigmata by length and keyword.
Stigmata
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
My lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...
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Categories:
stigmata, feelings, words,
Form:
Free verse
Goddess Stigmata
salutations
salivating
salvation
situation
i sit and
behave
and now that
youre home
i'll lick the
salt from
your palms
and feet...
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Categories:
stigmata, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Stigmata
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
From my lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...
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Categories:
stigmata, feelings, words,
Form:
Free verse
The 'N' Word
The 'N' Word
Some
people
of color,
diminutives
of a secular order adherent
superior echelon, stigmata
decoratives
in lieu of
a good
term.
2021 February 27
*2nd Place*
Double Tetractys 7
~~Eve Roper
Picture #1...
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Categories:
stigmata, racism, words,
Form:
Tetractys
Gull Puppets
puppeteer of the clouds
working a spray of gulls
one pecks away the strings
all the others do the same
stigmata daub their wings
they plummet to the sea
souls draped in white lace
haunting the tips of waves
luna offers a slice of peace...
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Categories:
stigmata, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Unfinished
Burning, yearning for the song,
sound is lifting, shifting down.
All harmonics; poison strong,
I, who wear a siren's crown.
Hesitant; strained cantata,
trapped in fragile stone.
My blood; etched stigmata,
sings for His, alone......
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Categories:
stigmata, angst, devotion, faith, fantasy, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Girl Alone
Sitting at a bus shelter
hoodie baby, skinny, drab,
denim-discount,
elfin face,
the nose ring an ugly stigmata.
She's been staring at empty walls lately,
I can tell, I’ve stared at those same walls.
I am guessing the weight of her solitude
will not decrease anytime soon.
I want to tell her that life
outgrows itself, blooms and becomes.
but I’m all out of bs. today....
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Categories:
stigmata, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Middle Ground
I try to think,
not to think of you;
cede hope to candor.
You will not contribute,
to your own rape, of truth;
rediscovering the shame.
The modesty will not sit
on the stigmata.
Moths were becoming defiant.
Copiously drenched,
under the wet moon,
a poem will seek a title.
It returns back, the
kiss, you sent for the flame.
It was very hot, the farewell.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
stigmata, art,
Form:
ABC
Moonlight Sonata Plays
moonlight sonata plays sound waves
Reverberating
the sordid tune of our last days.
Excruciating
Pain enters into my mind frame.
Frustrating
the birth of the universal flame.
Contemplating
the solution to your pollution.
Educating
monkeys about their evolution.
Genuflecting
priests kiss Mary's bleeding stigmata.
Reflecting
his holy name now and tomorrow.
Reiterating
moonlight sonata plays sound waves....
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Categories:
stigmata, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Cross
The Cross
Deaths solace, silence harsh words of fears unknown
dread not the reaper
unwelcome cross, mark not my threshold
belief shall grant no safe passage
condemned self righteous, what right to steal souls?
In whose name is derision doled?
contemptuous harbinger of tidings best left unspoken
thus spake Zarathustra, eternal recurrence
indoctrinating endless opportunity
offer up the gift to those who see and have seen
antiquity replaced by stigmata.
Stoic...
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Categories:
stigmata, angst, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Stigmata
these are my hands,
and you have seen them before.
you stare between my eyes,
much like how I imagined God
would stare at His
wayward worshipers.
these are my palms,
with lines that match the
novels of the planets,
and stars, and heavenly rocks.
my hands are small,
and are never broken.
my palms are wretched,
as I grip on this barbed-wire fence.
I see you across the border,
but I do not worship.
my hands will fit yours,
but my palms are already bleeding....
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Categories:
stigmata, sad, sympathy
Form:
Free verse