Short Unfaded Poems

Short Unfaded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unfaded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unfaded by length and keyword.


Old Love Letter


Unfaded, though yellowed
Paper wrote on
Love's clear mention.
As fragrant, though musty
The box found in
Love's sweet meaning.
Form: Rhyme


A monk with no god

Stood between two realms —
imagination’s flight,
consciousness awake.
Through the storm of challenges,
still, I stood with one.

One man, no name,
anchored in grace,
holding the gift within,
unmoved by shadows,
still trusting the unfaded flame.

Premium Member Silent Twilight- Six

The sky falls with the snapped strings of stars
like the fragile kaleidoscope of broken dreams.
I write then lyrics of the sunburst dawn,
paint the day in colors of unfaded hope.
Spectrum resonates with the melody of heart,
I sing the song of beautiful life in silent twilight.


September 30, 2019
Contest : Brevity Poetry Contest Not More Than Six Lines
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger

Destiny- Heartbreak and Loss

DATE:13-11-17
CONTEST NAME: "CHOOSE A TOPIC" CONTEST
TOPIC: HEART BREAK AND LOSS

"I'm yours forever" he promised
But fate had it all vanished
Masses who called them perfectly paired
Here and now terribly mourned
Still she was just found silenced
As she recalled her promise unblemished
"You'll never find me disheartened"
As usual she fullfilled and he breached
All left was his memories unfaded
And her future perplexed.

Premium Member You Return With the Scent of Rajanigandha

Rajanigandha, your favorite flower
you wore in curls on your ebony hair,
gliding to girdle your swan neck, 
the only unfaded picture I have of you.

On your portrait smiling on the wall
I place a garland of this snow-white flower
every night … I feel you return
with the scent of your beloved flower.

* The English name of Rajanigandha is Tuberose
which is a night-blooming flower.

May 6, 2019
Contest : A Garland
Sponsor : Julia Ward


Premium Member Living Word

A map marking the way to live,
a light guiding me on the road;
until the day my King returns,
a friend helping me bear the load.

God's Word lives, speaking across time,
reaching down the centuries to me,
lifting me up, holding me near,
addressing all life's problems perfectly.

Written in the Spirit's ink,
unfaded by the years of time,
I trace God's unfailing grace,
redemption red, through every line.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 8, 2014
Form: Quatrain

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