Short Uneasily Poems
Short Uneasily Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uneasily by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uneasily by length and keyword.
A tired Liar rests uneasily
Upon Pillows of the Past
His heavy head, it sleeps in Dread-
Always dreams of Truth, alas!
*"Usual" is intentional in the title ;)
The tripod stand of the three major tribal
domains;
Stands forged by force in 1914 by the
British ambitious chains.
These stand's can't be undone now without
rocking the pot uneasily,
Unless broken into pieces, they are already
knitted, though unequally.
United we stand Nigeria, divided we fall,
Nigerians, hold refrains.
Shedding of leaves
Every flower fading
Petals drooping
Temperatures declining
Early morning mists
Moments of weak sunlight
Birds chirping uneasily
Each day with winter on its way
Red,yellow and brown leaves
Fruits in need of gathering
Acres shorn of their golden wheat
Limpid waters fretted with thin ice
Lots of leaves in heaps
Summer now but a memory.
Staring uneasily through the smoke I do
Put myself in this predicament with nothing to gain but a vacant mind.
But then again. . .Inspiration comes with a price to pay.
Incomplete connections spell-check my ambitions
Only this time, I know it will be different.
Delete the next line for sensitivities sake
You will never know the real me, and I choose to keep it that way.
Dating on the internet after the divorce, shopping in the EX-aisle.
There is more to having character than being one.
In Graffiti size does matter.
On awakening he walks the edges of consciousness seeking a cuppa coffee.
He sleeps uneasily, searching through “day old” dreams.
He crows loudly, an old rooster still ruffling feathers.
John G. Lawless
©4/27/2023
Away from home for many years,
Would shadow of the past be clear?
Old friends and family members
Will be smear, uneasily remember.
Away from the warm motherland,
Thousands miles where I stand,
Pursue freedom and happiness,
Blue sky shows ways of success.
Fly back home with melancholy;
Do the hand prints rest steadily?
Do the works retain their shape?
Or time lets sweet past escape?