Short Uncrossed Poems
Short Uncrossed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uncrossed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uncrossed by length and keyword.
The trees save our secrets in their leaves,
And the stars offer guidance to the lost.
Wear your heart on your lips, not your sleeves,
And walk with me, fingers uncrossed.
Categories:
uncrossed, best friend, friendship love, hope, nature, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
antidepressant
black death
heart rattle
against bone cage
trapped in a chemical labyrinth
smothered in a shawl mind haze
living tears dried, lost
not cried
spark fried
brain wires uncrossed.
but life
lost.
Categories:
uncrossed, death,
Form:
Free verse
Sound of an
empty feeling,
A walk to clear
the lost,
An existence
drowning in lonely,
As if our path
uncrossed,
I feel inside
your presence,
A sense of a
goodbye touch,
To dream this
long without you,
And dream of
you so much.
Categories:
uncrossed, cry, dark, heartbroken, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Merry go round of life
Plains uncrossed
Peek a boo sites
Attending situations mask
Stories intertwined
Boggling understanding
Waits for the right response
Telling anger to take a stomp
Turn around
Pillaged ground
Looking ahead
Solutions mound
Beckoning corners
Turned
Categories:
uncrossed, life,
Form:
Free verse
When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.
more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Categories:
uncrossed, bible, christian, christmas, courage, creation, death, god,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A sigh--
as strong as the
rivers' flow,
where dark pain
forces the flower.
Oh! To sleep through sound
and uncrossed
dreams.
My mind groans
for the woman
just beneath
the great horn.
The years drop off sharply
into the river,
just beneath the bridge--
to flow back to the sea.
To evaporate and come at us from a different angle...
Next time?
Categories:
uncrossed, introspection, leaving, repetition, river, sound,
Form:
Blank verse
Another sunset slipped away.
Another full moon missed.
Another fair maid perished young,
before she was held and kissed.
Another book, unfinished.
Another poem, lost.
A lonely "I", undotted.
A forlorn "T", uncrossed.
Another bridge of dreams,
built o'er the sea of time.
Another thrice-doomed melody.
One more imperfect rhyme.
29 December 2023
written ~2:10-2:20 AM in Broomfield, CO
Categories:
uncrossed, death, dream, life, moon, poetry, sunset,
Form:
Rhyme
Times when I've run out of rope,
out of second chances, out of hope,
and I don't know what to do -
I'm all alone and lost.
I've been too harshly tossed.
I'm drowning in a river, uncrossed.
From Heaven, I hear you.
Times in my life, I've been laid low,
and hope is buried beneath snow -
I can't see my way through.
Cold doom awaits, anon.
How do I soldier on?
Memories of father gone -
I hear a voice that's true.
Categories:
uncrossed, father, heaven, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
melt with me against a toxic sunset of lust
light the burning candles
illuminate the red hot metal lanterns
dive naked into my arms raw
take of my flesh as i take of yours
lose ourselves one in the other
devour the creamy liquid of my origin
and i the nectar from your petal
wrap yourself in the flag of me
i too will fly your colors
let us wage a war of sex on one another
and leave no border uncrossed
Categories:
uncrossed, romance,
Form:
Free verse
I have wished on the morning star
to help us find the way we've lost,
the kindness we gave without cost.
The love...it now seems very far--
a ship that's lost is what we are.
Beliefs have become wildly tossed...
I have wished on the morning star.
Entered fantasy--door ajar,
have ideas that in past were glossed,
a line that now can't be uncrossed.
We continue into bizarre...
I have wished on the morning star.
October 13, 2002
Rondine
Categories:
uncrossed, angst, conflict, confusion, future, night, society, star,
Form:
Other
POEMS THAT MAKE NO SENSE (1)
another kind of pink
bothers me
a blue razor rusting
in my throat
black backboned
unbendable
blend meanings into
leafy greens
uncrossed white iced
particles
melt into hazy faded
greys
gold threads of barbwire
silver
groan purple through
mauve moans
red blood rivulets
seep deep to
their feet
splashing beats on
soiled brown musty
sheets
in
defeat
© Kim van Breda—7 October 2015
Categories:
uncrossed, poetry,
Form:
I do not know?
Lines crossed cannot be uncrossed
For this no eraser exists
You read my words and imagine yourself there
You there in her place
Yet her place is my place
We are inseperable
Where she ends I begin
When she cries
tears fall from my eyes
When she smiles
my teeth are revealed
As she breathes
my chest rises and falls
My words not meant to cause pain
so I step back
I do not want you to step too far
I do not wish you to fall
Please step back
before you cross the line
Categories:
uncrossed, peace, prayer, words,
Form:
Free verse
A hole that can’t be filled
an ocean that can’t be crossed
a phrase that can’t be spun
inhaling your exhaust
The measure off the scale
the truant thrice reclassed
the memory twice forgotten
the die that’s never cast
A spider web unwoven
a future distant past
a God beyond religion
a sail without its mast
“To Trip The Light Fantastic”
to burn the bridge uncrossed
to fasten moments end to end
—to find what time has lost
(The New Room: February, 2022)
Categories:
uncrossed, extended metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme