Short Unfiltered Poems
Short Unfiltered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unfiltered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unfiltered by length and keyword.
Truth
Tell me the
Reality of
Unfiltered truths
That deny
Honesty...
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Categories:
unfiltered, truth,
Form:
Acrostic
Buttered Up
Unfiltered honey
Drizzling listlessly on bun.
Is she buttered up?...
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Categories:
unfiltered, food, humor, riddle, satire, sweet, write, writing,
Form:
Questionku
Blue Sky
All lit up inside
running with the warm sunshine
unfiltered blue sky....
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Categories:
unfiltered, nature, sunshine,
Form:
Haiku
The Image My Eyes Paint
Dark eyes
Unfiltered shine
Black mascara anoints
These lashes flicker by design
Flawless...
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Categories:
unfiltered, art, beauty, color, deep, fashion, introspection, women,
Form:
Cinquain
Unfiltered Sunlight
Teal sky
This soft
Sheet of linen
Air-dries in
Unfiltered sunlight
Chase this
Dome of heaven...
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Categories:
unfiltered, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Unfiltered Grey Eyes
Unfiltered grey eyes
Starkly contrast on black page
She seemingly glows
Russell Sivey...
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Categories:
unfiltered, life,
Form:
Senryu
Sensation Toward a Past Regret
This smell
Worshiping her
Breath deep, the fog lingers
Cutting the lungs, the blood runs cold
Obscured emotions, wretched and vile flesh
Perverted and indifferent
Unfiltered, feeble man
Can’t take anymore
Rescind...
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Categories:
unfiltered, death, lost love, sad,
Form:
Rictameter
Unfiltered Feelings
Trap doors do not always lead to treasure.
Secret passages may only get you lost.
Not every encounter will leave you with pleasure.
Each endeavor has it's cost.
I am a destroyer, somewhat a masochist.
I break hearts, then I feel sick;
but knowing I am missed makes me feel so rich!...
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Categories:
unfiltered, abuse, addiction, adventure, anger, angst, deep, feelings,
Form:
I do not know?
The Ink Is Calling
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
A light unfiltered, the sound of horns,
my body starts to rise
The ink is calling, my pen in hand,
new words at last—arrive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...
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Categories:
unfiltered, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
The Ink Is Calling
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
The light unfiltered, the sound of horns,
my body starts to rise
The ink is calling, my pen in hand,
new words at last—arrive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...
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Categories:
unfiltered, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Raw
Creation requires
No rules
just rambling
lying your heart on the page
even if its a bit grammatically incorrect
at least there was a release
everything is revisible
but I think the first thoughts
to come to a poets mind are the most unique
their unfiltered
and undiluted
and at its purest form
is when poetry is at its greatest
because it speaks the truth...
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Categories:
unfiltered, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
Slipping
Petals unfurl
under the passing of her shadow
I am lost in the silences of her face
Her voice strips me from inside
Where blackened embers of self
try to relight
as shame tries
to hide behind
Forgotten how to forget
Skys of tide died
Where colour takes it place
Disguised atop her eyes
Layers of light
humble themselves
beneath the greys
of loves unfiltered gaze...
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Categories:
unfiltered, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Above the Clouds
Above the clouds, the regal mountain top
Surveys the billowing sea of white below
Watches eagles on their soaring flight
And bathes in the sun's unfiltered light
Man will always try to reach above the clouds
As dreams fly from hearts that long for fullfillment
Waiting with timeless patience and solemn grace
For man's faltering footsteps upon its face.
6/13/13...
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Categories:
unfiltered, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Spirit's Behest
Do you demand my lies,
instead of the truth
Do you hem and sigh,
or stammer uncouth
Does the word unfiltered,
get trapped in your brain
Does the message uncovered,
wash down your drain
Does the time spent looking,
measure time well spent
Does the verbal unlocking,
pay your spiritual rent
Are the memories you wished for,
in the time you invest
Are the feelings you hoped for
—at your spirit’s behest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)...
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Categories:
unfiltered, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
At Your Spirits Behest
Do you demand my lies,
instead of the truth
Do you hem and sigh,
or stammer uncouth
Does the word unfiltered,
get trapped in your brain
Does the message uncovered,
then wash down your drain
Does the time spent looking,
measure time well spent
Does the verbal unlocking,
pay your spiritual rent
Are the memories you wished for,
within the time you invest
Are the feelings you hoped for,
—at your spirits behest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)...
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Categories:
unfiltered, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
unfiltered, future, memorial, mental health, mental illness, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I Am Just Getting Started
A little better when it’s quiet,
anything with a spark;
We look so long for the light,
sometimes it’s so clear in the dark;
A little over the top
a little better with a lit wick,
a little bit unfiltered
one hundred percent romantic;
A little too honest,
all go and a little hard to stop;
A bit like a wildfire,
one hell of a brave heart;
You think you’ve seen it all?
I’m a little like a match;
Burning slow, growing hotter
and I’m just getting started.
9/15/19...
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Categories:
unfiltered, heart, longing,
Form:
Free verse