Short Unwed Poems
Short Unwed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unwed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unwed by length and keyword.
For you I’ll paint them red, she said
my lips my toes my fingernails
yet know I will remain unwed
it is the fate of most females
Necessary
but not
sufficient
Stated
but
unheard
Always wrong
but never
in doubt
Sworn
but forever
— unwed
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Unmistaken and unread
Words, walk, wakeup
Past the mahogany dresser
And the ruffled feather bed
Behind the sunrise
Where love speaks red
Words, walk, makeup
She is a woman
Unmistaken and unwed
Form:
As Balmy
Comets Dazzle, Exhaling
Fragranced Gold; Haloed In Jasmine Kisses~
Lyrical Moon Nimbly Orchestrates
Peace, Quenching Radioactive Stars, To
Unwed Vain Woes; Xylophones Yield
Zephyrs.
My love to be once said to me
And she but a maiden from Kent
Nor will I wed or will I bed
So I packed my bags and I went
As twilight neared I ever feared
That my seed would never be sown
Long in my bed and still unwed
So now I'm a man on my own
My ego lost virginity,
upon the critics throne
Pregnant with doubt ectopic,
its embryo disowned
With labored forced delivery,
and fetus left unsired
A chastised unwed mother
—giving birth to words bemired
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)
He was indeed a
Yammerer…complained all day
He did while unwed…
Complained once he wed
And when they told him
A yammerer he
Was… he just said that’s
Very much “Unfair” and whined
And whimpered daily.
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The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.
Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence ?
The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.
Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence ?
The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.
Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence ?
The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The sanctimonious tabernacle; where the desolated tongues confess.
The covetous, unwed beds are hungry, exuberant anatomies get undressed.
The biased courthouse; where many admissible lies rattle but hardly unfold.
The lewd jail cells are full, innocent bodies, minds, and souls loathly probed.
Create An Idiom
Soulmate outsourcing my soul...
Why our hearts are in afoul?
Silence reign in this meadowsweet house...
Divorce sheets on the bed for the delouse...
Unhouse our beloved belongings,
Unwed ourselves soulfully,
Strangers in an unhouse split...
Loving you till souls apart...
Vows are soulless promises,
Loving you till hearts depart...
No words,
no thoughts,
remained unkissed, unwed
by a shapeless white death.
Still under the spell,
I squatter before the moon,
peeling off, to receive
the ultimate.
I am trying,
to find the roots,
of unknown.
Breaking protocol, for a
moron liability, unclouding
the dark sky. It was homecoming
of a Michelangelo to repeat
the performance.
I want to write
a dirty poem
Satish Verma.
Echoes of the woman's tea-leaf warnings
bounce in my head...
I stare at the spilled apple sauce
all over my bed...
I watch the flickering TV in the convalescent home...
My pharmacy number is in my phone...
I dream in German but can't utter a word...
My memories blurred... My speech slurred...
Remember when we were blissful and unwed?
Why did you leave? Was it something I said?
My mind is not what it used to be...
I'm a rotting shell of stupidity...
Perilous assumption, the faith I've read
my mind, my mind, the tone of led
is not contingent on my tread
but hope in virtue's seaming knead!
The evermore, I vacate head
and pray, accomplish what God's said,
no idling force, depicts instead
there must be action, leadings fed!
Oh, path's dissentious rise from bed
creating logic, fear not dread
by peace's hodge-podge, stealth unwed
some oneness, trust's lodge, copious, shed!
Is prayer, surmounting, higher . . . . . said!