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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.


Premium Member 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



Premium Member 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
Premium Member 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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© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
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

Book: Reflection on the Important Things