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
the fifth has fallen
cold, dark and mysterious
as votes are counted
cream pies no longer aiming
free land’s textual silence
...
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Categories:
textual, america,
Form:
Tanka
Sequenced Forms
credible
diologue,
pervasive
graphic
amalgam
of forms-
infused
by the poetic
became
visual
textual
ideograms...
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Categories:
textual, art, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Teenage Human
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....
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Categories:
textual, child, childhood, children, i am, identity, teen,
Form:
I do not know?
Sublimity a Freed Verse
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...
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Categories:
textual, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Anxiety of the Missing
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...
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Categories:
textual, confusion,
Form:
Verse
Seclusion An Open Form
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...
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Categories:
textual, poetry,
Form:
Other
Short Forms
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...
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Categories:
textual, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Remembering Your Breath
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....
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Categories:
textual, loss
Form:
Narrative