Short Tansey Poems
Short Tansey Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tansey by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tansey by length and keyword.
Depression
My depression
is steep
It is as a deep back lhole in space
From which neither the
light of dreams
Nor a loud thunderous
scream
can escape.
John Thomas Tansey
Categories:
tansey, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Sacrifice
My love has no edges
it is like a great ripe fruit,
both, sustaining and life giving
Your love is a sword
its' hilt as a cross
both, protective but life taking.
As you cuts me in half
sucking the juice I provide
in willing sacrifice
To sustain you
John Thomas Tansey
Categories:
tansey, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Broken
Like a wild stallion,
that will not be saddled, spitting the bit,
I bucked and threw every rider
galloping toward the infinite open...
With nostrils flaring, mane blowing,
it was a brief sprint of being harnessed to no one;
Until, as all dreams, I was stopped at the fence
only to be led back, by a lead, bridled and broken.
John Thomas Tansey
Categories:
tansey, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Nobility
Scouring for something to read
Someone else to be,
I am lost in this dark sparse room
With nothing to do.
Stuck in a neuronal loop
Of the neurotic mind.
I want to be noble.
Fight with a crowd of rebels
For a righteous cause
Or die
Saving some small child.
Then rising from this clamor
To a state of bliss,
Die with the truth
Still safe on my lips.
John Thomas Tansey
Categories:
tansey, child,
Form:
Free verse
It is always comforting to know,
As you grow
That your childhood heroes,
As fixed stars in the firmament,
,
Remain for stability
In the changing aging of life
But as they die off
As, well, they should
In the course of life
Like the passing of your parents
Which raises you to the next rung,
Of being a parent yourself
You must come into your own
And become a star to someone else.
John Thomas Tansey
Categories:
tansey, age, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
A child
put to bed,
In a large, dark room;
At first, frightened
But then, the door creaks,
slightly ajar,
Where a skant slant of light,
carrying booms of laughter
floods the room
From its narrow wedge
The warm familial sounds
Of aunts and uncles
from a party next door,
Where old friends and family are
So the child rises up,
out of bed
And walks toward its light…
This is how we should enter Death.
John T Tansey
Categories:
tansey, angel,
Form:
I do not know?
Primal Language
Speaking gutturally in the fractured
Fragments of a foreign language,
A tongue unknown to her
She is come from another country
gesturing with her hands
Between the islands of broken English
Within her hesitations are the silent
Stutters of clarity
Using her body as a language
I know what she is asking
Between the atolls of words
Are oceans of sterling imagery
John Tansey
Categories:
tansey, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Evening sets with self-delusion
stirring the synapses
with a steaming
cup of coffee.
A dimly lit oil lamp
shrouded in Saffron
casts the room in an amber hue
where words meld like gold
onto the page
in an alchemic blaze.
Morning rises, dispelling dreams
out of every fold of darkness
to a sterile whiteness
that turning back
such ingots
into leaden blocks of stone
I wake, both bleary eyed
and blood shot, into this failed,
pale bleak
truth of morning
John Tansey
Categories:
tansey, dream,
Form:
Free verse