Short Trimeric Poems
Short Trimeric Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trimeric by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trimeric by length and keyword.
Calling my anger
Where are you?
I need that Grrrr!
To express my views
Where are you,
When my mood turns blue
And passion leaves me too?
I need that Grrrr!
To which I belong
Be strong inside my songs
To express my views
As their meant to
Be heard as the truth
Form:
we split over feelings about making up
I liked to rush back together
but she always wanted
some time to cry
I liked to rush back together
and forget about petty arguments
while the wick still smoked
but she always wanted
to let the embers cool
and take
some time to cry
before she decided to forgive
or forget
Form:
one day you will be a curio
something I keep on the mantle
to show my friends
how much I’ve changed
something I keep on the mantle
that gathers dust
and is ignored until I want
to show my friends
how much stronger I am now
that I’ve faced my mistakes and
how much I’ve changed
since I won control
of my heart
Form:
all she heard was the ache in his voice
when he called for her
to wrap her arms around him
and kiss his December lips
when he called for her
she returned slowly to his side
resigned once more
to wrap her arms around him
like evening fog
around a dying tree
and kiss his December lips
a kiss he hoped would
defy time
Form:
hidden beneath clouds
lambent light of moon
flickers through silence
within cimmerian shade of night
lambent light of moon
glows atop the crested waves
a ship's guidance
flickers through silence
a lighthouse beacon
abandoned years ago
within cimmerian shade of night
when the moon is dormant
keepers of past light ships way
trimeric
She was a plain homespun girl.
She wore everyday clothing.
She was his precious Pearl
He spoke of them betrothing.
She wore everyday clothing.
Her hair was unadorned.
If she was away he mourned.
She was his precious Pearl
She was not sophisticated.
He thought that was overrated.
He spoke of them betrothing.
Her smile was very plain.
He yearned to see her again.
I started flirting with fire,
so intoxicated by incense.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
these shoes demand I dance.
So intoxicated by incense,
breath snuffed and passed.
Eradicated with your graze.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
receiving that standing ovation.
A core memory for my mantle.
These shoes demand I dance,
succumb to bared emotion.
My body and soul turned out.
Thoughts satin as my pillow,
not a trace of ideas racing;
Such brilliant lights all around,
starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Not a trace of ideas racing,
I inhale deeply and lean back;
Another day where I should be;
Such brilliant lights all around
so much warmth surrounds me;
How could I not be left glowing?
Starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Energized by the smallest steps,
magnetic high will lift tomorrow.
The indoors have an outdoor glow
with you I sit neon star gazing;
Just watching the colors dance
upon your shadow in the dark;
With you I sit neon star gazing;
Only you could make me see
while I lie back with closed eyes;
Just watching the colors dance
my stomach reduced to knots,
so beautiful is your galaxy;
Upon your shadow in the dark
I repeatedly run my hands,
longing to touch what’s out of reach.
Residual trance curves my lips,
prism hearts left behind in dreams;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
I want you when I wake up;
Prism hearts left behind in dreams
shine in the glow of morning eyes;
Oh if they could feel my head trip;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
we speak the same language;
Together in eternal intervals;
I want you when I wake up;
You demanding me cools me down;
Seduced by this strange sleep.
Not quite the version of real time,
caught calm in a candid capture;
At once the art fades away,
burned from memory into a filter;
Caught calm in a candid capture;
A moment ago you were boiling,
finale fireworks on the Fourth of July;
At once the art fades away,
left in awe of your explosion;
Fanned fire cooled to low key;
Burned from memory into a filter,
changed your speed way too fast;
Emotional hand read 'Move On.'
Led through a road paved with fire,
they thought she would incinerate;
Flying with wings of titanium
ashes only raised her higher;
They thought she would incinerate,
instead a hand grenade was thrown;
Propelled with power into the air;
Flying with wings of titanium
nothing could bring her down;
So tough wrapped in a soft sound;
Ashes only raised her higher;
Chipped polish grace sharp talons
of a woman who carved her crown.
Time’s brush paints the canvas
of a year untold with precision;
Fine details and soft strokes
take on an emotional outburst;
Of a year untold with precision
the clock accentuates highlights
shaped like roller coaster skylines;
Fine details and soft strokes
joyous freestyle of highs and lows;
Abstract design’s the buzz of life;
Take on an emotional outburst
with a brand new color palette;
Coast on all of the chaotic shades.
An overdose of poetry,
just one more hit just one more hit;
We could waste it all together,
otherwise known as schedule one;
Just one more hit just one more hit,
heartbeat’s locked in arrhythmia;
A taste of rhymes and side effects;
We could waste it all together;
Make sure you cover all those tracks
so I can’t feel you in my poems;
Otherwise known as schedule one,
my brain’s not really capable
of fighting off your intoxication.
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
Tired dreams weigh on fairy wings,
the pixie dust needs a recharge;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily
a spell woven with imagination;
The pixie dust needs a recharge,
magic gains strength in times of calm;
No longer weary the power grows;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily
letting everything heavy go;
She floats as she flies on pointe;
A spell woven with imagination
her head in her hands a feather;
Simply said ‘There is no impossible.’
The vestige of a shivering heart
a tremor through your whole body;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
regulation starts to plummet;
A tremor through your whole body
igniting violent cold creeps;
Nothing able to make them stop;
It’s difficult to hold your balance
when your guts are a frozen flutter;
Regurgitating all your remains;
Regulation starts to plummet
until your hands settle on your chest,
calming the ripples on your skin.
I remember getting into that groove,
hearing your voice on the radio;
Didn’t own a single album yet,
I played that track over and over;
Hearing your voice on the radio,
full on diva screaming ‘Rebel’;
Your rhythm was urban bold;
Didn’t own a single album yet;
I couldn’t get enough of your music,
so I bought a song for the first time;
I played that track over and over,
as I have done with every tune since;
Addicted to a hit for every emotion.
Mormo nudges Moros shoulder hard,
chthonic behavior a bleak dance;
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
what direction do explosives flow?
Chthonic behavior a bleak dance,
it’s so easy to learn the steps to;
Be courageous, favor bold fortune!
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
Swim against this trend even alone,
capture optimistic moonlighting;
What direction do explosives flow?
Cerberus and Acanthodonto,
maybe the secret’s in their tension.
The hairs on my arm are electrified,
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Used to think it was all in my head,
my subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Such wicked and tainted air
it’s so heavy I can barely breathe;
Used to think it was all in my head;
Just a misfiring of the senses,
hearing or smelling false things;
My subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I taste fruit from another season,
The eternal echo of a haunted ghost.
Willingly I give my time to you,
nothing feels better than together;
I don’t feel so alone anymore,
thank you for not pushing me away;
Nothing feels better than together;
Blissful seeing you open up,
your free spirit is so infectious;
I don’t feel so alone anymore
as you share your soul with me;
I can tell and I’m glad you feel safe;
Thank you for not pushing me away
You need me? I promise to be there;
Within your joy reality grooves.
I’d rather have a boss than a bot;
They’re a collaborative mentor,
bouncing ideas you both flourish;
Only humans can share a vision;
They’re a collaborative mentor;
Inhale what they’re teaching exhale;
Transformation shows inside your eyes;
Bouncing ideas you both flourish;
A computer lacks ambitious drive,
it won’t hook you up with a fist bump;
Only humans can share a vision,
lean into what makes us so unique;
The juice is all of us together.
Love me where I am most ruined,
refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Turn my scraps into abstract art,
your design leaves me whole again;
Refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Within broken eyes see a vision,
scattered but still a masterpiece;
Turn my scraps into abstract art;
Resourceful little architect
use every detail like a block;
Your design leaves me whole again;
My past a piece of our future
etched in the lines of your blueprints.
Burned and completely dismayed,
cold stare shadows the softest lips;
Longing to feel safe to smile,
never wanting to be hurt again;
Cold stare shadows the softest lips;
They can’t bring themselves to explore
the possibility of being open again;
Longing to feel safe to smile,
yet the chill protected for so long;
Nothing penetrates like a thaw;
Never wanting to be hurt again,
courage slowly melts the eyes;
Fractured smile finally reawakens.
It’s a wild ocean filled with sharks,
that’s exactly why I love it;
Risky waves may swallow you whole,
they could lead to a mellow sandbar;
That’s exactly why I love it;
Filled with so much improvisation,
each tide unique washing over me;
Risky waves may swallow you whole
you’re reduced to blood in the water;
Dive deep you could become prey;
They could lead to a mellow sandbar
filled with the softest of shallows;
Just hang ten, the surf’s got you.