Short Tying Up Poems
Short Tying Up Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tying Up by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tying Up by length and keyword.
Unfinished Business
finally tying up
loose ends
signing the artwork
posted on September 30, 2018...
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Categories:
tying up, business, creation, time, tribute, work,
Form:
Senryu
A Big Kaboomer
Has this ever happened to you
While bending over tying up your shoes
You let go a big fella
Destroying the credenza
You thump your head and don't know who's who...
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Categories:
tying up, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Bringing You Back
The night shift…
working in anonymity
semi-detached
Finding a hidden
emptiness
blinding daylight always hides
Tying up the
looser ends
of conscious dislocation
Bringing you back
inside yourself
through darkness circumscribed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)...
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Categories:
tying up, dark, night,
Form:
Rhyme
The Birth of Pegasus
The Birth of Pegasus
No, they really didn’t mean anything
by tying up a dancing, cavorting, prancing
colt with a heavy halter -
but God saw a use for spirit.
I feel sure no one saw them sprout,
just wings spread out over a garden,
hovering.
A vision for useful dreams.
Suzanne Delaney...
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Categories:
tying up, garden, god, horse, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
A Silhouette
Plush red velvet pillows rest secluded
light bent amid scenic shoji screens
ornate vines twist and turn giving way
a silhouette stares ahead without face
Pin pricked blood blackened by pain
drips holes drilled out stitched
loop by loop the fabrics of life
tying up loose-end-less thoughts
Time still lost but never found
feelings frost within a frigid wind
felt in the recesses of the dark
trembling fingers wave farewell...
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Categories:
tying up, analogy, dark, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Words
Took a walk down the road that she said I’d been on,
took notes of the words I’d forgotten.
Those I could remember, could be returned to sender
if I weren't now the only one.
My conscience is bleeding, I'm tying up knots
in my stomach and kneading them out like emptied lots
in the night, quiet,
deadly silent, fading with the fog.
Let it come clear and I’m still here, silent, waiting on that song
spoken so softly, of old lovers in repair;
a promise to another in the end I’d see you there....
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Categories:
tying up, angst, forgiveness, growing up, life, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Verse