Short Undoes Poems
Short Undoes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Undoes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Undoes by length and keyword.
In a blink of an eye,
time flows,
game undoes,
world alters ...!
life revives
death flips..
doubt
in solitude
lingers&hovers,
pushes&pulls:
first silent
then loud
articulates
the unthinkable,
seethes
blurs
frets
undoes
the unwary
God does not make mistakes
He has always been right...
Men are human,
animals are animals...
But humanity
with free will,
always undoes something...
that is why there are men
with great Sense of humanity,
and others who are pure animals...!
At dusk, at the beginning of the night,
the majestic divine transition;
the sun undoes its yellow splendor
The moon presents its silvery glow...
We here below receive the gifts...
we feel in harmony with the universe,
we feel our belonging to the creator!
Love is a sickness of the sweet kind
that undoes ratiocination,
that makes a kiss from a thing of flesh
into a thing of omnipotence,
that kills and gives breath concurrently,
that tinkers with the fine numbers of the heart
and makes it quick to fall...
but the world is shaky anyways.
So, if we must fall,
what beats in love?
What should I say to describe this empty feeling,
like I'm missing something I could call Home.
How would I come to deny a thought revealing,
given time and place, I'd invent my own.
A time spent in a state of agonizing pain,
A place of worship I would not forgive.
Only the mind undoes the past through vision gained,
in boundless timeless Love it all but lives.
A book brings us
the smell of knowledge
and the taste of life ...
A book shows us
the greatness of
revelation ... and virulence
of ignorance ...
Open our eyes,
erase darkness
breaking chains
for release ...
A book undoes
ancient beliefs
and prepares evolutions ...
The book paints giant wings
for our
little dreams...!
When we read we are,
free bird
to fly...!
In total darkness flesh rests
and at first light rises.
Sky blue eyes search
bibles and cookbooks for direction.
Bless cheeks with pink powder blush.
Punch dough down.
Dress fingers in white flour dust.
Invoke a flame.
She commands all the elements,
motions us to stand and watch
at her tall stove-pot.
We peer over the edge
into galaxies of hot oil.
Planets pop and bob into life.
Aroma undoes us and
time floats hellishly slow.
Unrepenting you start
from a sore point
to ask an explanation
from an eclipse of the sun.
unreviving,
a corpse, the moon carries the burden
of light, on its bloodied shoulder
for burial in dew.
Half the century we were
reciting the prayers to open
a blocked artery of a dying god
who would not share our bandages.
The bride steps out
from dark,
unveiled, and undoes the hairs.
There was fire in her eyes
and ice on her lips.
Satish Verma
There was that absolute obsidian in the air,
Not the holy kind -
But the kind you burn,
The dangerous fatal!
I wanted to kneel,
Not to worship -
But to plead with the grace you bled into,
Not to abandon me.
You walked like undone hymns,
A prayer with no mercy,
A pulse with no damnation,
The undoes sanity, dressed in reverence.
A moth that denies its hunger for the blaze,
A dagger veiled in silk,
For I drowned in a gaze -
I was never meant to hold.