Short Unwelcoming Poems
Short Unwelcoming Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unwelcoming by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unwelcoming by length and keyword.
I shattered yesterday
All my parts gave up
And let go
Falling dust into the unwelcoming arms of the universe
People walking through me, over me
Looking down on me
No change in death
Crouched in an alley
Cold unwelcoming cobblestone
Raindrops keep him half awake
Stayed up all night sipping coffee
Finishing touches to canvass of
Bluebird skies and sailing ships
Those holding umbrellas pass by
Look - and move on through
November's leaded skies...
Form:
bitter
acerbic, unpleasant
sneering, alarming, unwelcoming
acidulent, caustic, saccharine, confection
tasting, appreciating, fancying
pleasing, tasty
sweet
Red,
The summer sky is red,
scarlet ,
furious as my fathers face
after another one for the road
Blue,
the sea is blue,
shiny, shimmering and cold,
my mother, bejewelled, always shimmered
but to me she was cold
Black,
The night is black,
unwelcoming,
all consuming
turn that light out and stop your crying
black
Darkness is a mystery,
Cold and Unwelcoming,
Giving us a fright,
Monsters lurk within,
Created and fed our kin,
Grabbing at feet that dangle off the bed,
It is the unknown,
A scary lack of light,
Hiding metaphorical creatures,
Engulfing our source of sight,
We fear the unknown,
What can never be shown,
Darkness is but a mystery,
An eternal vision of death.
Uncontrolable to the unwelcoming of the nature,
tearing through the beauty as an unwanted wager.
feeling its pain as it rips on through,
looking at everything that it could do.
tasting its hatred that it has for the world,
watching everything as it is being hurled.
Looking into tornados eyes,
woundering its fears.
touching tornados heart,
as it has done for many years.
Cold
degrees, temperatures
crispy, glacially, wintry
Unwelcoming temps and emotions
Roasting, scorching, searing
Balmy, sunny
Hot
6/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
Pulling myself from the brush
thorn ripping tictures in skin and cloth
a mumble from the darkening clouds
whisper traces of slipping rain
before me stood a battered domain
its windowed eyes
unwelcoming and barren
turning the path behind me swallowed
by decaying leaf fingertips
once again surveying the hovel before me
my eyes darting between shade and light
hoping for a trace of life
It only takes one.
One kiss, one grab, or one touch.
An unwelcoming rush of fear courses through your body.
A searing memory forever stuck with you.
A feeling brought by one whose remorses are few.
One thrust into my temple and I am no longer sound.
You've burned yourself a place in my heart and that I'll never be able to undo.
One kiss, one touch and another tear shed.
I'll never be able to remove these thoughts of dread.
They pierce the unwelcoming night,
perserving eyes that receive nothing
but an unwholesome darkness,
hot accelerated breath scorches the
freezing air, as it penetrates
in entirety her raffish body while a
shivering anatomy provokes an age
of innocence, yet a stark awareness
of life’s tribulations, as she tucks in
her scarf, fastens her top button
before impetuously walking off into
the shadows to confront her next trick.
© Harry J Horsman 2022