Short Vacillate Poems
Short Vacillate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vacillate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vacillate by length and keyword.
as you sleep
I slip into your dreams
your heart quickening
as I vacillate through your veins
assaulting every sense
reaching every corner
of your being
Was Proverbial and Variable
Was no doubt philosophy is proverbial;
Determined to vacillate and be variable;
Not sure;
Part impure;
We found final results totally terriable.
Jim Horn
NO HIDING PLACE
I know
Just everything
At least what’s important
Yet that’s my assessment, not yours
Should you deny or try to vacillate
I will ensure it all comes out
Across all media
Embarrassing
I know
So comical is the struggle
As we so vacillate
Myriad desire forms juggle
Before each we prostrate
Make still the shaky heart
Simply add love to cart
Behold desires depart
Heart unstable
So comical
20-November-2021
Quietus
Dutifully I sit at my dusty desk at dusk
Make magic from the musty mess I must
Fingers fidgeting fighting flight
Thoughts thinking a thousand thoughtless things
Suddenly something sublime sounds
Verily visions of verse vacillate
Jabbering joyously jaunty jumbled jargon
Sabotaging something so salacious
Farewell...Farewell...
I hate to leave you in this harsh state
Oh well...oh well...
Goodbye...farewell...
I hate to desert you on our first date
Poor thing...poor thing...
Farewell...Farewell...
I hate to run off and lock the gate
Farewell...Farewell...
The bell...The bell...
Rang. I begin to vacillate
Ta-ta! Farewell!
Form:
Dread To suspect
Maintain a strategic distance from
And be frightened fear
We anticipate, and avoid the surprising
While, stress, whiten, cringe, squat
Vacillate, wince, worry, quail, tremble
In amazement, break out
In a sweat dare
Not feel concern, have butterflies
Typifying second thoughts
Lose strength
That is fear
Limerick: The chief cause of all personal problems
The chief cause of all personal problems
Some* women need daily orgasms
Build them hot dream box
Which jerks farts and rocks
Made to fit all sizes ‘n’ perversions.
• I hesitate/vacillate between “some” and “most”.
Would some kind soul enlighten me!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Some may be serious
That is okay
Some prefer laughter
They both have their way
I'm somewhere in the middle
I tend to vacillate
A foot in each world
With both I relate
It sure is great
When happy comes by
The clouds all part
I only see blue sky
When sadness visits
This may not be the case
Still it's at those times
I count on God's Grace
Whenever I look back
At the end of the day
Happy or sad
I think both are okay
I can't hold... I Can't hold..
My supple depth of heart,
Blooms in savor,
Sways odor of yearning;
I may drown in thine,
Flowing wavy lake;
I may be lost in thine,
Rising seductive tides;
I can't hold... I can't hold..
Wet buds of thine lips,
Sways romantic aroma,
Drags me in to seek;
Enthralling sugary nectar,
I vacillate in inebriation;
Until I lie numb in thine lap;
I can't hold... I can't hold..
Like a bee I hover,
Around the hive of thine;
© Sadashivan Nair
When we look into the future,
Lots of question marks abound;
The most important one, of course,
Is if we’ll be around.
Assuming that we will, we might
Commence with making plans;
But sometimes people vacillate,
For looming are the spans…
The bridges – which we cannot cross
Until they’re in our sights.
Preparing things too early
Feeds disaster’s appetites.
And so we wait and hesitate
And maybe take a loss,
‘Cause ‘til we come upon that bridge,
We cannot get across.
If Shakespeare was alive today
To see how our love has thrived
Then Romeo & Juliet,
Would not have been derived.
He would take just one glance
At the way I look at you;
Then tell at that distinctive moment
“Matrimony, `tis seen here true!”
Without having to vacillate
He wrote an exquisite play
Just from a simple glance
He acquired upon this day.
Now, if he could perceive our love
From obtaining a single view,
Then on this day of happy bliss
I’ll forever say, “I do.”
Some can make decisions
In an instant, with a snap,
But for me, a slew of choices
Feels like falling in a trap.
I will agonize and falter;
I will vacillate and wait,
Weighing pros and cons as if I
Were prepared for a debate.
For the big things and the small ones,
I do equally get stuck.
If you’re waiting for my answer,
Well, you might be out of luck.
When I’m asked for my opinion,
I’m sure you can ascertain
That if I just had my druthers,
I most surely would abstain!
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.
I was once for compromise.
Then I came to realize.
That when you go for middle ground,
Both sides wish to shoot you down.
Well, they should.
For you are no good;
When too timid to choose a side
And in the center wish to hide.
Please do not take this wrong.
We should all attempt to get along.
Jesus never tolerated hate.
He asked us all to relate;
But he never did equivocate,
Hesitate, prevaricate, or vacillate.
He always claimed that he was boss;
Even when nailed upon the cross.