Short Textual Poems

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

the fifth has fallen
cold, dark and mysterious
as votes are counted
cream pies no longer aiming
free land’s textual silence

© Kim Rodrigues  

credible
         diologue,
pervasive
graphic
amalgam
          of forms-
infused
by the poetic
became
             visual
             textual
ideograms

© Brian Strand  

I’m not a Teenager,
I’m Human,
Sometimes,
Parents think I’m an alien,
Strange language,
Textual misdemeanours,
Designed to confuse, bemuse,
Abhorrent behaviour,
Perpetual beautification,
It’s just a phase.
Maybe.

© Ayaana Ssssss  

SUBLIMITY
fantasy
 explored
sentimrnt
  romanrtised

pleasing
  feeings
embidied
in
a
winding
 sparklinh
future
a foretaste
of
convention
  splashed
in
textual
theatre

complexity
  confounded
in a
stunning
respose

© Brian Strand  

DEPARTING RETICENCE-:-
dutifully
 follows
impressioned

earthly
contrasts
with INTANGIBLE ATMOSPHERES
sophisticated 
 textual
approached

confident
virtuosity 
to CREATE PEACE&QUIET
envisage
 abiding
autonomous

enlivened
highlights

© Brian Strand  

revolutions 
   in the ear
reiterations
  of textual 
        slapstick
mimesis
 mimicry
complicit
in verbal gestures
occupying
    verbal spaces
accessing
   language
shapes
spaces...
    scents
of secrets
    lingering...
               ...lingering

© Brian Strand  

SECLUSION
observed
patterns
 transcribed
in
creativeness
&the
reception
 in paradoxes
o
literal
originality

quality
fragmented
with
mandatory
fidelity
inwith
the
existence
to
preserve
a
 willingness
 undertaken
in
textual
      alternate
deviation

© Brian Strand  

mainstream 
                detours,
meeting,formalising
in
   pared
             down
                       measures:
erudite
peculiar
often despised
yet full 
             of meat!
elevated 
              by genius,
creative
reactive,
              textual
              metaphors
of
     poetic
               novelty

© Brian Strand  

Your breath,
now silent from my lips,
issues instruction
to sentient
others.

And you partially
recall
my own
jumbled style,
fresh, with your cinnamon scent.

The art
of remembering
is never to forget,
you
in the night of the triptych song.

Drawn
on the canvas,
of vivid
fuschia coloured memory.
I am, textual in purpose.

This
neural faith
shows little compassion,
and
saves only the tactile of images.

© Michael Mccreadie