Short Traces Poems

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


One Liner 7- Song

A torn sepia picture deforms my lovelorn face.


Song--Traces of Love by The Lettermen
One Liner 7
December 14, 2015
© Leon Datu  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Traces

What trace
Of fish madness
Remained
When trout
Leaped
And
Frothed
The water,
Mayflies
Brushed away
In silence.

Her Lips

her lips add traces of love her love adds an trace to my lips my what an taste her lips ?
art
Form: Lyric

Traces Your Roots

fine out
no doudt
who you are
your the star
its about time
kept this in mine
that you fine out why
you toot
TRACES YOUR ROOTS

Traces

there
are still
traces
of slow
minded
memories
of you,
recaptured
and brought
to view,
whispering
softly
to my heart.


inherently errant AND evil

The cursing blank 
pages held
traces  of
knavish hooded

knights riding

forward for the
sake of
scum un-
godly kings.
war

My Race

we're what we are
near or far
we have difference taste
my roots i have traces
mabe i have a strang face
am
pround of
MY RACE
Form:

Photo In Monochrome

Behind frosted glass

            Visions of a silver moon

                              Traces of nitrate




18/06/2017.
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Azure Ii

Dark silent iridescent blues
Traces the ethereal 
Light in your eyes, a flare
Deep in nights azure hues
Footfalls echo behind me

Scream Its Again Holloweed

watch out
no doudt
you jump 
you see a hump
a ungly faces
you can't traces
some eatting green bean
its mean
SCREAM ITS
AGAIN
HOLLOWEEN

Love Can Be Blind

you can fall
its happen to all
its no races
or corlor of faces
the tears can't be traces
this happen all the time
LOVE CAN BE BLIND

Oh

Oh, to pen something positively profound
an insight no-one has yet found
preserving it in traces of ink
causing people to pause and to think.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member FIELD LINE

wind traces patterns through the grass, showing how paths can shift~ yet something in the earth holds what we choose to keep
Form: Shadorma

The Clearest Day Comes

The clearest day comes,
an early storm made trees swing;
lost my cowboy's hat...
the warmer air soothes the chill,
sunshine dries up traces of rain.
Form: Tanka

Forward and Backward

Pumping up perky paces
Prospective previews streak into wishing well
Trimming down tranquil traces
Nostalgic tears sneak out of eye socket parallel
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Tumbleweed

Sad cacti envy
my nomadic mystery
wanderer
leaving no traces
of ever
having been
there


©9/23/2018

for LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST

Premium Member Endless Moon

The endless Moon going through it’s phases
a soft glow even when it’s not seen;
Love leaves behind starlit traces;
In dark times it’s still pristine .
Form: Rhyme

Love Tears

your my gold
this feeling is bold
loseing you
what wold i do
this why i have fears
the drops that pop
from my face 
hard to traces
theyer
LOVE TEARS

Tears Hard As Shells

Her gaze traces an island
Scanning a plagued village;
Tears swell from a tidal fury
raking  bushes, shells--
In Maldives, she wails 
For lost daughters.

Premium Member Huddled Masses

Huddled Masses 

on a bus
		the closeness of fear
					          traces life’s boundaries.


©11/27/2017

submitted to – 2 or 3 LINE POEM – Poetry Contest
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Plates Oddquain

Plates
get broken;
Sometimes hearts do too,
shattering into pieces;
Feel;
Heal;
Sometimes faces leave traces;
Accept the fixed scars;
Choice earmarked
parts.

Premium Member The Mural On the Wall

The mural on the wall,
Traces of human experience,
Embraces the heart and foundation of this speck in the universe and
Elicits questions asked of men from all ages.

Premium Member Silver Air

pearl-soft rain gathers at the threshold of early spring; your compass traces a quiet path through the silver air, where calm awe begins to rise.
Form: Tanka

Sweet Surrender

Slow traces and her wet, warm tongues..
Ecstasies, betwixt my thighs; her crossing
My stomach unto my breast closing, gently
Her eyes all I can think of;`sweet surrender.

Tender Word

if you have taste
love you can traces
this is for every race
and face
why act mad
also looking sad
i have yoiu hearld
don't be a prender
nuthin like a
TENDER WORD

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