Short Untried Poems
Short Untried Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Untried by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Untried by length and keyword.
an unbound heart
roaming wild and free
an untried love
something that won't be
an untamed spirit
looking for what it needs
an unclaimed soul
moving away from me
Categories:
untried, lost love, love
Form:
Verse
You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root
Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Categories:
untried, freedom, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Soft marches
spawn bravado
and cavalier soldier
He who scoffs
at distant gunfire
to meet its fury
Untested untried
untempered
his blade of little worth
As conflict preys
on the folly
— of the paper lion
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Categories:
untried, courage, soldier,
Form:
Free verse
this road winds around
and it is long
unpaved, untried
it twists and turns
over burned out bridges
dust settling on my path
but I'll find my way
it will take some time
I'll find my way
without any maps
I'll find my way
I have to do it by myself
I'll find my way back
Categories:
untried, introspection
Form:
Free verse
She’s gone again, just for a bit,
A day, a week, just some respite,
I’m on my own, no one to pry,
Not held to task, to answer why,
And still with freedoms yet untried,
I sit, I stare, try to decide,
I could, I should, indulge myself,
Partake of sin I’ve been denied,
Instead I sit and watch and wait,
For her return, back by my side.
Categories:
untried, devotion,
Form:
Light Verse
Forsaken by my muse, I've been in tears.
For days she has not answered to my call.
Has she found other poets for her wares?
Younger and fairer, who demand her all?
Dear Muse I beg you, nay I do beseech.
Do not abandon me for untried verse.
Though fame and fortune's been beyond my reach,
Perhaps your new found poet could be worse.
Honorable Mention
Categories:
untried, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
There is no vacant space in my veins;
every inch of me is occupied;
Head to toe I’m full of rich domains;
Despite what you think I must confide
sometimes life can be overwhelming;
Feelings and logic often collide;
Immense or minuscule? Keep going.
Let each beautiful day color you,
keep each untried idea flowing;
I make it seem simple that’s not true,
the struggle lights up my palette’s hue.
Categories:
untried, emotions, feelings, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Terza Rima
Innocence as wanton retrospect untried
the taking of the hand, so oft denied,
that left to copious attitude is shied
of confidence in competing, such deride!
Does rob the soul of vestige since complied,
is lack of faith in character and confide.
The teaching of the will in surge of pride
accompanies adventure, seeking stride!
Restoring of new wonder, virtue's hide
is brought to light . . . not blunder's override!
Categories:
untried, confidence, innocence,
Form:
Monorhyme
I am a hippie, untried but true.
With nothing to prove to him or you.
It must seem like I live in a zoo.
My ways to you might be voodoo.
Do not bespeak my witches’ brew.
Heartfelt meditations are my strong glue.
My spirit loving your ballyhoo.
In my home there is a rainbow hue.
A loveliness Bohemians always knew.
Outside my cow has a sassy moo.
My melody dances through and through.
For living my truth makes my spirit true.
Categories:
untried, joy,
Form:
Monorhyme
With you by my side
Like a lion I stride
In you I confide
You push my fears aside
With you I can ride
On any wave and tide
You are my strong aide
There's nothing left untried
With you by my side
Each slope feels like a slide
Our minds coincide
No wishes are denied
With you I can ride
On paths I've never tried
Even when you chide
My tears you've always dried
In my heart you will reside
Until the earth and sky collide
Categories:
untried, best friend, inspiration, motivation,
Form:
Rhyme
It seems that life is a series of waves
And I a surfer untried
Some waves are huge, some are small
Some I take in stride
Then one knocks me down and a pattern emerges
Too many times, I’ve been struck by the surges
Finding my balance to get up again
Takes longer and longer for me and then
It’s on to the next, when can I rest
When will I make it to shore
As I’ve gotten older, one thing I know is
There’s more rough water in store
Categories:
untried, endurance, how i feel, life, self, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.
Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.
This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.
Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,
an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped away
for one more uncertain day.
Categories:
untried, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A synopsis untried, a life unended
The wheel spins as the days protract
A look at the mirror surrounding the dire
I feel my soul, my life and my being
Each day that I be
Each moment that I see
Fundamentally I decree
Knowledge be'eth my surrender
Yet self provoked it opens adventure
Lies and deceit, the dacoit he knoweth
So infinite and atomic
Indefinate to us all
Supposed awesome wonder at his behest
Quality awaits this unfathomable test
Categories:
untried, confusionlife,
Form:
Free verse
Its no L A I.?? Wer're getting greener by and by..Some say its
Erronous..? Maybe they're just sancti-moan-ious??
For although they agree.' They still advise we're loosing trees.!
Most of our planet is water.' Though thats not often
Taught'cha on the (ready news) its quick blurts of
Sensational views.' Can't there be tried science.? And a
Beneficial consensual alliance.! In place of claims untried
That we may weigh the ( l a i.. Against any probable L i e's?)
Categories:
untried, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.
Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.
Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.
When the lullabies grow silent
your hand remains
carrying tomorrow gently
like sunrise opening the sky.
Categories:
untried, child, family, hope, life, love, mother, nature,
Form:
Free verse