Short Subsists Poems
Short Subsists Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Subsists by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Subsists by length and keyword.
Love Subsists
I die, we all die...
plant, the flower, flesh die..
only love ethereal eternal subsists .....
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Categories:
subsists, allegory, appreciation, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Untitled
Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone
Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist
Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies...
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Categories:
subsists, life, love, sad,
Form:
Alliteration
Full Stop
Your face is
my mirror to the universe
through which,
I peep into
everything that subsists,
crafted by the creator
Your facade is
a book,
restraining
our love-story;
every MOLE of which,
is a ‘Full stop’ of its text
09:35 pm | Sunday, June 7, 2019...
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Categories:
subsists, beauty, books, creation, cute love, love, mirror,
Form:
Free verse
Kash, among hyphens a dash
Indians have been making big splash,
And now there’s this Patel called Kash.
What, never heard of him?
He heads FBI team,
In highly-held hyphens, big dash,
One subsists or just leaves,
He in himself believes,
And tries once again all afresh.
______________________
Happenings |05.12.2024|humour
Poet’s note: Trump appoints his long-time acolyte as chief of FBI.
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Categories:
subsists, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Dream
If true love subsists
Then hate the truth
It should not be done though
This world must be great
We will live in a human society
Full of love and peace
It needs to subsist life
And beyond the sea
We will all come with each other
And shaking hands together
The world is one now
We will stand each other
And in perfect orchestration
Soon this world will shout
It was God's scheme
But it was our dream....
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Categories:
subsists, dream, emotions, feelings, first love, for him,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Part of Me Is Lost
[Re-posted]
From dregs
of twilight embers,
pale dawn’s embrace—
and naught but rusty glow
stolid umbra to banish,
in wan resolve,
from these, my solitary rooms.
Echoes.
Small children laughing,
afar and ago—
profound diminuendo.
Still, I grasp—
clutching sand—
a dying world to hold.
But pain’s recall
subsists—
and, shuddering,
ebbs,
into my eyes—
drips through my fingers
and onto the floor....
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Categories:
subsists, memory, missing,
Form:
Free verse