Short Unframed Poems
Short Unframed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unframed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unframed by length and keyword.
The
colour
fills our eyes-
and enters our
mood
with simple
blues and reds-
art can transform
life.
Ekphrasis tribute to Mark Rothko
Categories:
unframed, art, people,
Form:
Lanterne
Creativity…
undemocratic
Tyrants of insight,
breaking new ground
Vision on fire,
effigy’s burning
Painting’s unframed
—all muses set free
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Categories:
unframed, words,
Form:
Free verse
What’s in a photograph
in reference to time
The events as portrayed
or what they call to mind
Focused on tomorrow,
the picture is lame
Its history frozen
—the future unframed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Categories:
unframed, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Searching
for his palette
the painter
wanders on
Dreaming
of each color
to visualize
his song
Tubes of paint
lie scattered
unsqueezed
their caps remain
In attics
of blank canvasses
with images
— unframed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Categories:
unframed, color,
Form:
Rhyme
Trying might make us good ,intentionally
For sake of blood lacking breath of visual
Composers all around
Reciting the benefits of loyalty
Crop up again with idol mind
Craving for golden sweets
With pre-owned diamonds
Isn't this antithesis
Well known roots
Lapse with faults
Idol mind is a key to success
Was an unframed judgement
Categories:
unframed, absence, abuse, anger, character, feelings, grave, irony,
Form:
Free verse
She wakes, bare as morning light,
A face unframed, soft in sight.
Mascara lifts, lashes rise,
Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes.
Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive,
Contours shape what can’t survive.
Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise
Her beauty speaks, but never lies.
By night, the mask dissolves away,
Each streak of cleanser blurs the day.
The mirror holds her rawest view
Which face is hers? Which one is true?
Categories:
unframed, appreciation, beautiful, encouraging,
Form:
Blank verse
Snow stays in the sky
while the mountain peaks seem to fall
as first light denudes them.
Crystal clear in the mirror of itself
the lake shines under a surface of silence.
I know if I take a picture of what I see now
the mountains will not be falling,
I will not see the snow in the sky
nor the mirror in the lake
so I just sit awhile on a wet stump
and bleed a little wonder into the world.
If I still smoked
the smoky fumes would be perfect
to look through.
Categories:
unframed, poetry,
Form:
Free verse