Short Superseded Poems

Short Superseded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Superseded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Superseded by length and keyword.


Climate Change....

The one thing agreed upon is
that something is changing,
what isn't agreed upon is
the what or how...

Sooner or later,
ambition and special interest
will be superseded by reason....


Premium Member A Palimpsest of Emotions

The lanes of Yew trees
in the Garden of Remembrance 
cast long shadows 
over the wilting wreaths of regret. 
The miasma 
of the colophons
inscribed
superseded by
the suppressed vignettes
at each service held.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Consciousness Only Is

Consciousness-only is..

Of vital importance
in this our time's moment..
To realize 
with living transparency 
the only-ness
of Consciousness..
Separation dissolves
in the realizing
and is superseded now
with uncaused joy...

Premium Member Verse

New born
in swaddling clothes,
I,in this manger,lay
for you to see and digest,this 
new day-
...still
unsaid
aloud,unread
or incunabula-
hours old,perhaps by grandchildren..
re-told

Note The earliest printed books are called incunabula ( Latin for swaddling clothes).They 
resembled the manuscipt they superseded.

Not Mal Ignant

my need
to sleep is
superseded

by the seeds
you've sown
inside me

taking root
in my brain
stem sprout

ing leaves
and grow
ing freely

but i want
to keep you
inside me

not want
ing you 
to leave

so insert
ing ear 
buds

vine grown
from an
i pod

playing
salsa to
keep you

dancing
in my
head
Form:


Sarah's Handmaiden

A unique form of hatred,
stereotypes and prejudice, 
they decipher realities.
Forgotten the same father, 
Ibrahim, Canaan families.

Who loving safe, warm, faith,
in the same lands.
Hagar,
Sarah.

Buzzing claims, 
devout homes and beliefs,
attempted annihilation,
superseded born, sibling rivalry.

Pardon, end.
End, end, endeavour destruction.

Friendship

The friends talking
Talking catching up
Catching up trivialities
Trivialities exchanged
Exchanged with ease

For they are partaking joy
Joy of friendship and love
Love of seeing missed ones
Its what drives this bond
A bond pleasurable delightful

You have to look into their eyes
To realize they feel deeply yes
For each other at times this bond
superseded the overrated bond of love
Ascribed through the lens of soap opera

Second Choice

The restaurant was noisy;
We shouted when we talked.
If I had been from Boise,
I’m sure I would have balked.

But all the hungry tourists
Outside Katz’s formed a line.
For deli, we’re not purists
So the other place seemed fine.

The food was mediocre;
The service merely fair,
But rain was the provoker
So we ended up in there.

Yet it was what we needed,
A refuge from the wet
So convenience superseded
The pastrami we’d not get.
Form: Rhyme

An App

An app for his kingdom
Richard would say 
If alive today 

The world it seems is just 
An application away 
The computer runs our lives
And holds great sway 

The brain has become optional 
In our technological world
Gadgets galore have superseded
Our common sense
We would gladly drive into a stream
Because we always heed what the 
Satnav says 

A technological revolution
Is this convenience at a touch
An intrusion in all aspect of our lives
That can be too much
Form: Verse

Premium Member Y NOT

Why is there no letter Y in the Greek alphabet?
Is that a fact?
Some words would not be intact,
Or be understood,
Only the Greeks would.

How would the Greeks spell spy?
What letter would suffice,
When the letter Y is needed.
Has it been superseded?
It never existed or was blacklisted,

That is not known,
Or clearly shown.

How will a Greek super sleuth,
Be able to spy?
Without a Y in their E.E
They may never know why,
And their profession will DIE.
Form: Rhyme

It Is Called Love

It split you apart
You bled free tears to rejoice
You discovered words in your heart
You found a new self and a devout voice

It slit you in half
It took away your weakness
Superseded it with new wings of life
To fly you to where belonging is endless

It is called love
It is the audacity of a fragile soul walking though a menace
It is a sacrifice for nothing with everything you will ever have
It is the evanescence of hopelessness and a luminance of desire

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