Short Suffocation Poems
Short Suffocation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Suffocation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Suffocation by length and keyword.
mind's suffocation
midst of hearts' intervention
in drought thirsty dies
The water-pool was
thickly covered with
roses;
a decoration for the
marriage.
The fishes in the pool
died after some time
due to suffocation.
Some days later the
roses rotted.
Long live the
newly-weds!
Lost, drowning under your gaze
Lost words of an unspoken time
Anger locked up and no where to escape
Lost, drowning under your gaze
Hidden by my cloak of love
Fearless until your drowning gaze
Tears of suffocation
entering my immortal wound
Suffocation, is that the word
For this lessening strength within?
This discomfort needing fresh air
Gently stirring, encouraging
How can I pack treasures to move?
"Stuff" to go, and then, begin.
-EvelynPearl Anderson
The shying of success
When thou call to success
To overcome temptation
and suffocation.
Adaptation of beneath
And low underneath
Befall upon the falling
Scheming of town and
properties.
Patience is the overcomer
extremely.
Don’t be in a hurry
It will be your turn sooner.
As easy as the air you breathe but can't see.
Blind to the airless suffocation.Speechless for your last breathe. Gasping to be cleansed choking to death.The lights dim then bright again. Wasn't the first time. Won't be the last.Do you feel the routine of pestilence.
Sky
Long night
lingers longer and longer
in our insomnia...
We inhabit her and I,
the same space, and the
even suffocation...
What is our insomnia?
friend, enemy....
INTERPRETATION
The clouds darken my mind for your interpretation
The universes brighten our souls for their implication
There is nothing can be replaced for everything of realization
Anything can become stunning suffocation
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando November 21, 2016
They escape
Through a small opening
On the side of my head
Liquid skin becoming cellophane
An accessory to suffocation
Tries to trim the threats
Of an unfurled canvas
In my pocket
Artauds’ anguish
Stitches together absurd reasoning
One kiss tooled the empire
Only the smart escape
Immorality
dishonourable
bad
sad
sour
and
a bitter form of life
that drives one into a deep hole
astray
a wrong direction
on an uneven path
with sinful mentality
a dirty mind
a serious suffocation of life
error
wrong intentions
unacceptable behaviour
unethical.
Drencho POET Loads
Thick
Surrounding
As though you were alone
On stage
Swallow
Your whole world submersed
In white
Hills
Shrouded in suffocation
Water
Covered
Like a giant Lilly-pad
High-ice
Like teeth
Baring down on the Earth
The sun
Painting
Different shades of hues
Spectacular, like the Clouds
The taste of fresh air
Feels so much better
When life feels like
A long string pulling.
The breath of air
Between two people
Gives that string of life a heartbreak —
A pause in suffocation.
“No” as a pause
becomes a beautiful word to hear.
And “sharing” feels
Closer to better
Than bitter.
SOULLESS AND FADED
WITH THE SUN DROPPING PAST HOPE
BLACK CLOUDS ERASING THE SHINING BEACONS
NOTHING LEFT TO PREVENT THE SUFFOCATION
NO WARMTH OR LUSTER REMAINING AS DEFENSE
STAGGERING WAVES OF RAVEN DAGGERS
MURKY FLASHES, ONLY REMNANTS OF ILLUMINATION
SUFFOCATED INTO MINOR EXISTENCE
TRAGIC DESPAIR TURNED TO SOUR GLEE
Form:
Keep the eyes and palms in the sunlight.
Lest they deem you a petty thief.
Leave the brain in the blue of the shade.
Lest it overload, then quickly burn away.
As for the heart, keep it locked away.
Deep in a fortified ribcage.
Give the key to a cloud above a stream.
So, nobody can see or hear it scream.
Into a silent oblivion.
Stuck in a haze, vision’s all gray,
Room like a maze, I cannot stay
Mind is a blaze.
Choking on ash, trying to thinks fast
Thoughts will not amass, body’s about to crash.
Last moments starts to flash,
Suffocation ends at last.
words count (42)
6/3/2020 written for SOME KIND OF SENSUAL' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by nette onclaud
Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the suffocation, the desolation.
But hold up still,
Wipe off tears still,
And Hit the road,
For, the journey ain't over yet!!!
Inhale
my heartbeat slows,
blood sluggish
through stenotic vessels
unwilling to expand,
to breathe
to let blood flow
untenable, this suffocation
this dampening
it speaks of tired eyes,
of stolid limbs,
of stultified need
torpid blood,
when will you give up
your self-imposed stricture,
your closely guarded fear,
your wariness
and inhale
Never follow, never lead
Feels like suffocation
Until I breathe
Some things as sweet, as a bitter pill
Regrets are common,
Or against your will
Does the heart cry
As the soul does rejoice
Are we involuntarily beings
Without a choice
Can we ever find comfort in failure
Or sorrow in success
Maybe go to the mountains
Write poetry to relieve stress...
It’s what fairy tales are made of
Those moments that
Make the heart stop
The flutter
The onset of love
But reality crashes in waves
And it wasn't the right
Time, person, place
It wasn't a movie
It wasn't a fairy tale
I expected a warm embrace
But it was suffocation
I was stripped of my being
Because what was once mine
And mine alone
Is now his to hold
Spider long ago abandoned
Flown away and left his home
Sticky mess entangled caught you
Struggle in duress for life
You find yourself a victim
Too invisible formidable
Forces silk like steel designed
The more you struggle deeper still
No longer for a purpose
Lingers death like suffocation
Crucifixion makes a statement
All for mercy will the spider kill
Competence adheres to truth
The affliction begins to throb
Fracturing the enchantment
Paralyzing compassion
Yearning for the illusion
To break from the mind
Materialize into undeniable
Ensure the lighthearted
Initiation of dissipation
Retention collapsing
Reality emerges
Ecstasy subsides
A feared colloquy
An aphotic chasm ensues
Suffocation in isolation
The curse of infatuation
When my eyes fold,
they go not to rest,
they fall into rivers that flow behind the retinas
this is a painting of unfulfilled dreams dancing in lonely grave
Suffocation is the metaphor for staying awake at 2am,
to demonstrate image of pain
as i await the monster folded in my bones to break fast
depression becomes the invisible bug that flies on the skin of nights.
Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new S&M
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!
Ash
It falls
And lay still
Burning city
But it’s still my home
Smoke clouds inhabit skies
And skyscrapers crumble down
We watch from the cliffside and mourn
A disaster soundtrack lacking sound
We only hear the ashes falling
Everything we loved, now debris
The sun charred over with greed
Memories in piles
The darkness warns me
Suffocation
We lay still
And breathe
Dross
Cubes boil in suffocation.
As cubes inject with insemination.
Cubes fall over with abandonment.
How the cubes sing out lament.
Cubes of purple red and black.
Help the cubes find out what they lack.
Cubes become a mental state.
When eighteen cubes begin debate.
Cubes cannot tell help depression.
Because they are not in session.
Cubes dissolve and become nought.
Helpless cubes cannot be bought.