Short Stubs Poems
Short Stubs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stubs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stubs by length and keyword.
I'm here,
sitting all alone
with cigarette stubs
and whiskey bottles
hoping to let go
of my pain through
the crevices of the scar
you left me with.
Categories:
stubs, heartbreak,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Earth's trees are pruned; men came and left
upon their branches burning scars;
now their arms are piteous stubs
no longer reaching for the stars.
My heart is wounded watching them,
so public is their grief and loss,
their shame exposed, yet mute they stand:
I think of Jesus on the cross.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
stubs, easter, jesus, religion, sorrow, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS
Barely stubs,
these soul nodules,
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium pulses, dilating miniscule veins.
The terror of change soon will cease,
bring release,
to the rudiments of wings.
February 24, 2022
Categories:
stubs, butterfly, change, life, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
They've trimmed the tops off trees outside,
Where will the black crows now reside?
Perch upon the remaining stubs up high
To view the cold but clear January sky?
They've trimmed the tops off trees outside,
There's nowhere left for the crows to hide.
Perhaps they'll pepper the park trees left behind
And contemplate why humans are unkind.
Categories:
stubs, bird, earth, ireland, january, sky, tree, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
INTRUDERS
She brought with her a bus queue of troubles,
All waiting for a place in the warm dry seats of my ears:
They trampled my quiet like Mexican spurs,
Insistently prodding me to respond to her fears,
Ringing my stop bell, dropping ticket stubs
Under the seats where a brush won’t sweep
And a mop never rubs.
9 April 2021
Categories:
stubs, allegory, imagery, travel,
Form:
Imagism
dressed in a feather
on a fur cap
and an oil skin coat
the medicine man
sits by
a grave of old wisdom
wearing whisker stubs of
light and mystery
he sits there like a stone
in a dream wthout mirrors
his hands circle my sleep
and in the center
coyotes and bears pad
around the rim of darkness
his arms rise
we see him dimly
then not at all
Categories:
stubs, dream,
Form:
Free verse
The 60's are long gone
Some people still have ticket stubs
some just songs
in their heads
The 60's are long gone
Memories of highs and
freak - outs persist
Think I'll relax
as the future plays itself out
Lost lovers and friends
pass into shadow
the millenium has come, friends
AND WE ARE STLL HERE!
Categories:
stubs, peace
Form:
I do not know?
“All men are pricks” she says
“Are you sure about that?” I say
I look deep into her eyes
and she half smiles.
She holds the stare and so do I.
“Whatever a woman says, she means
the opposite” she says with a giggle
and stubs her cigarette.
She leaves to do a chore
inside the café.
I sip my latte and wait
for her to come back.
I love our little chats!
Categories:
stubs, life, giggle,
Form:
Free verse
Mornings
My five-year-old son
Wheaties on his cheeks
Draws yellow flowers on my paycheck stubs.
When a grey cloud blocks the sun
He shakes his spoon at it, threatening extinction
And casts a fierce accusation my way.
Through holes of dreams
I maneuver escapes in the old Ford
Pick up hitchhikers who wear glasses.
Then summer takes a wet turn.
Dandelions, top-heavy, stagger
In the grass that needs cutting.
Categories:
stubs, anger, anxiety, appreciation, car, child, father, work,
Form:
Free verse
her honeycomb hair was dripping with saccharine.
The most liquid hair in all of Ohio, especially Ackron.
I laughed myself sick when it was sliding down her neck
And her back, down her legs onto the outside deck.
Tell me again why she replaced all her hair?
It was a dare, someone said. A silly innocent dare.
But will it grow back? Are there stubs under there?
Don't know, yes, maybe, who cares, said a gossiping bear.
Categories:
stubs, fashion,
Form:
Rhyme
Early this morning, I found, much to my chagrin,
the flowers in my garden were as if they’d never been.
Bitten off above the soil, green stubs left aground.
Mad enough to spit nails, I fussed and stomped around.
It was easy to discover who the culprits were.
They left telling evidence indented in the dirt there.
Their hoof prints tracked all around the flowerbed;
no blossoms for my soul today, food in their stomachs instead.
Categories:
stubs, animal, flower, garden,
Form:
Couplet
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
Categories:
stubs, abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class,
Form:
Free verse
Early this morning, I found,
much to my chagrin,
the flowers in my garden
were as if they’d never been.
Bitten off above the soil,
green stubs left aground.
Mad enough to spit nails,
I fussed and stomped around.
It was easy to discover,
who the culprits were.
They left telling evidence
indented in the dirt there.
Their hoof prints tracked
all around the flowerbed;
no blossoms for my soul today,
food in their stomachs instead.
Categories:
stubs, animal, flower, food,
Form:
Quatrain
Silken green
in hues of piquancy-
sheltered moss,
under fringes of fungus;
separated by nature's vibe,
spores lace the Earth,
and thrum against
the open sores
that gape at midnight moil.
Treacherous stubs,
clung to by the hands
of fifteen near six,
crisping the ruffles,
by her sweat and poise.
Barley silenced breath,
fermented in a heat of the kettle,
bulbs of silken green
in hues of piquancy,
remind me that I should leave.
Categories:
stubs, art, nature, teen,
Form:
Free verse