Short Unwary Poems
Short Unwary Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unwary by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unwary by length and keyword.
doubt
in solitude
lingers&hovers,
pushes&pulls:
first silent
then loud
articulates
the unthinkable,
seethes
blurs
frets
undoes
the unwary
Floating skulls
On a barren tree
Halloween
Brings the fear
Into the hearts of many
The unwary ones
Russell Sivey
Form Shadorma
With seductive guile, they play a mournful dirge for their unwary prey.
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5th December 2015
Contest: One Liner 2
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd
Gossamer cobweb
glistens with
early morning dew
Spider poised
ready
to entrap
unwary victim
Paint A Picture - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
09/24/20
The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive,
never wavers a moment to lacerate
the endangered dormant psyche unwary.
Contrived by passion dream of pale possession,
sapped by nascent sunrays curtain pores suck in.
Shadows are creeping from the deep
abyss swallowing us
one by one like little lost sheep
unwary of the puss
of evil slithering
of lightness withering
and foolish dithering
while you are sleeping
shadows are creeping!
With patience, in a concealed place,
in long grass, or a packing case
as unwary prey comes apace
never his footsteps to retrace
With cold eye, beady, dead in space,
Uncoiling with hypnotic grace,
Slow motion skin - an awful lace,
To silent earth, no sudden trace.
Poets are often solitary,
Eschewing social amenities,
Surrounding their castles with Boxberry,
Cursing the unwary with obscenities
Best left to the imaginations
Of hermits and old men,
Whose skill in communications
Sends gray-haired women back to the hen-
House.
Waltzing ‘mongst the redwoods she now meanders
Shyly smiling, candid in guileless virtue
Feeling carefree, gleeful, of threats unwary...
Progress encroaches.
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Sapphic Stanza Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
© 21st January 2019
Pavement Turd
Brown turd in the sun. Just like the bloody song. Brown turd by the wall. The dog's done a big crap over there. Ready for the unwary. Look at the brown dog turd. It steams in the sun. Freshly laid. Almost a work of art. Don't step in it. You'll really smell bad!
Oh, how you brushed and washed me,
And lovingly dental flossed me -
How tragically you lost me,
When I was extracted from your skull
By an overzealous faerie,
Toothless, hideous and scary,
Who from kids like you, unwary,
Snatches denture teeth, which he can cull.
crushing talons poised
owl swoops on unwary prey
moon hides behind clouds
5,7,5 checked with how many syllables
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori
submitted to 'BITE SIZE POEM no24'
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
10/16/21
Blunt sense sharpened by subtle trance
lacerates the languishing psyche
that doesn’t slink,
unwary of mortal deception.
The shards of singularity
transfigure in a blink
into passion potion of dreams,
adrift in ephemeral delusive flow,
porous essence sips the sanguine drink.
In a parking lot were
Many Gulls, a few Crows -
Picking at scraps of food left
For them - not healthy choices by
Any means.
A Gull hovering over a Crow -
Watching - waiting - then dropping
Straight down in front of the unwary
Crow - snatching the unsavory scrap
For its very own.
Scattered abroad
universally recognized
ornate and colorful
standing tall and silent
anchored aground
on strips of land
jutting into the sea.
Sending light
into the darkness
cutting half-circles
through blackness
Sweeping beams
warning unwary sailors
of low tides and danger.
He lived in the basement
hairy and mischievous
haunting the unwary
helpless little household.
How could they get rid of
him? Shakespeare found a way:
Had him Puck in a play!
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Contest: Pleiades - H
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
© 18th February 2017
a place to rest
and wait for prey
a trap for the unwary
song of fairies
in the orchard
stealing stealing*
morning dewdrops
drape cathedrals
in the chapel
stolen kisses
in the orchard
in the moonlight
*Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
~ Leigh Hunt, circa 1840
There's a shark swimming in the soup
quietly circling and lurking
Hiding behind mean metaphors
and toothy snide similes
He's poised, ready to strike
and feast on the unwary
Ripping off the heads
of anyone muddying his waters
12/24/18
Contest Sponsor Anthony Slausin
The boring masses assimilate those unwary of their collective oozing.
Keep moving.
Stay positive.
Think outside your box.
Stay productive.
Don’t let them package you with their boxes of dissention,
thier wrapping papers of gossip and their condemnations that seal your box.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
When autumn catches the unwary gardens
All the sightseers leave it to itself
It wails on its fate
On the destruction of all its blooms
Remembering the spring air
Its heart bleeds
Can someone assure my weary garden
That spring air is itself
eagerly waiting for it
Unless it endures the freezing cold
How can spring air come into its fold
Distant Rumblings
A distant rumbling
slowly turns unwary heads,
anticipation’s curtsy
awaiting stillness.
Homage before the deluge.
The delicate staccato,
of clouded future,
cold touch, a victor’s mercy,
counting coup on flower beds.
7/18/2016
submitted to – Compose a Choka – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Janis Thompson
The sun beat down on a languid sea as a million diamonds danced and sparkled
on the surface of the water.
The red-tinged cliff hung over the beach, threatening to envelop an unwary walker.
Above, the sky was so bright and blue, whilst on the horizon a misty hue.
The rolling hills are so verdant yet bleak, with small cumulus clouds atop the peaks.
Cobweb
Patiently, intricately done
A trap for the unwary spun
With fine gossamer threads
In patterned fashion spread
By the use of fine technique
Across networks of intrigue
Causing chaos in the mind:
Fault of nature or mankind?
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Word Vision Poetry iv Contest
Hosted by Vermillion Scythe
© 21st November 2018
Driver of Victory
Fate, destiny, and forever are evil sisters indeed.
They strive to trip and stumble, even the bravest of soldiers.
Courageous men that gather and pray,
Stronger on their knees, than giants.
A war that has no end is at hand.
The people have lost their gratefulness.
The tide of the unworthy has drowned the unwary.
Gather together and herald the King!
An old witch turned a pumpkin solid black
She had to prepare for a horrid spell
Once she’s gone forward there’s no turning back
The curse would send unwary ones to hell
Keeping her deal with the devil in tact
What she gave for her powers she won’t tell
The pumpkin glows with a burnt eerie scene
Knowing that its strength will surely redeem
Russell Sivey