Short Unaccustomed Poems
Short Unaccustomed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unaccustomed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unaccustomed by length and keyword.
unexpectedly
she stood strangely not feeling
good ... unaccustomed
... of prime decency
sheltered world ~ as a mistress
breathes regency -- barfs
Categories:
unaccustomed, analogy,
Form:
Senryu
The room is warm and round,
the fire at the center.
I sit still
suddenly unaccustomed to my limbs.
And my failing heart falters
under your gaze
like a warm caress across my face.
Categories:
unaccustomed, love
Form:
Free verse
Azzure night calls
rush blurry eyes
Pigeons came a calling
Waterloo I curse you
morning came a sneaking
The unaccustomed scratch gilded fear
Suited clad
screeches the acceptable
Strange exiles disowns the Thames
Categories:
unaccustomed, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature.
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.
Categories:
unaccustomed, beautiful,
Form:
Alliteration
Winter Winds
Everything withered, dead
Thin blood, unaccustomed to the cold
Impatient
Bitter, Wishing for warmth
Shivering in a burrow of snow
Then, came You
Rain showers, soft soil, sun
You are a flowered field in the Spring
Beginning
Like tadpoles sprouting legs
You are bullfrog songs in the moonlight
3/7/2021
Images in Parallel Contest
Categories:
unaccustomed, hope, moon, romantic, snow, spring, sun, winter,
Form:
Verse
Unaccustomed to the lingo
yet accustomed to the bling so
let it roll and rock and rot
regardless of the highbrow wot...
or china crystalled silver settings
designed Lenox gauche, just sayin' nothing
compared to what us fair groomed got
thank Daddy for the polyglot.
Of myth and spit and hum-drudgery
of how things never used to be
is time to wake up. Hope we do
'cause I'd like to live on, would you?
Categories:
unaccustomed, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Being careful with the sugar, Mr. Thomas?
Perhaps, Mrs. Maggie. My health has done me so. But I’ll have you know, the new bitterness
does quite wake me.
So you prefer the blackness of your coffee to caress the crisp scent of morning?
Ah, and let me tell you how much sweeter it is, this morning.
I am quite puzzled.
No, just unaccustomed.
To what am I unaccustomed, Mr. Thomas?
Death, Mrs. Maggie.
Categories:
unaccustomed, life, mystery, timeme,
Form:
Free verse
Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me? Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.
The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.
Putting myself in danger, but why?
Categories:
unaccustomed, feelings, love, magic,
Form:
Haibun
My, the frightfully threatening roll
of the foreign tongue
inexplicable, rapid fire
shrapnel to the unaccustomed ear
proceeding, ever forward
in an unintelligible tirade.
Ears ache for understanding
Eyes strain for common ground
no single sigil or symbol recognizable.
My Lord, to be so alone, so lost
so must we journey, infants all,
landing without fan fair
on distant shores, seeking only
love and acceptance.
Categories:
unaccustomed, adventure, allegory, confusion
Form:
Free verse
I’m sitting by the river,
Just relaxing on a bench,
When I’m suddenly accosted
By an unaccustomed stench.
I look around but do not see
A reason for the smell.
It’s coming from the water, then,
As far as I can tell.
The question that I pose myself
Is – what am I to do?
Sacrifice olfactory nerves
Or sacrifice the view?
In life, it’s not all positives
That come to us each day.
The rippling waves have tipped the scales –
I’ll hold my nose and stay!
Categories:
unaccustomed, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
How unaccustomed am I
To the touch of my own hand
on my face
How unaccustomed
To droplets on my skin
And playfully drenched hair
As I dance in the rain
Unaccustomed
To the light of a candle
The shapes of clouds
And fullness in a starry sky
How unaccustomed
To the fragrant scent
of homemade cookies;
the smell of home
How unaccustomed am I
To the chime of a tinkling bell,
My mother's voice
And the sight of my own reflection
Categories:
unaccustomed, inspirational, life, nature, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
unaccustomed, allegory, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreams Deferred
My Dreams have always been to travel around the globe.
Dreams Deferred? Perhaps
My dream is to possibly become an author, second-guessing and duped. Dreams Deferred? Perhaps
Unguarded decisions, false evidence appears real. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
Guilty by association, recognized toxic faces, unaccustomed places, I'm at a crossroads. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
Trust shattered yet my heart has not desensitized. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
Categories:
unaccustomed, allegory, allusion, anxiety, change, confidence, courage, devotion,
Form:
Bio