Short Vegetative Poems

Short Vegetative Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vegetative by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vegetative by length and keyword.


Sustainable

A whinstone varigated thoughtless vegetative scrumptious.
A thanksgiving theology scrupulous splutter simultaneous.
A wistful zephyr as a wizened face vehemently wiseacre,
A filibuster recommends fiddlesticks to extradite fabulous.
An extraordinary amusable, desirable or sustainable flush.
Form: Haiku


10am

walking into
the lobby of
my doctor's
office

wearing a t
shirt that reads
Vegetative State
Athletic Dept.

becoming one
with the crowd
realizing how
i'm just one

of the crowd
magna cum laude
world traveler now
postal worker of

course what else
could i be other
than just another
nut that has

rolled far from
the family tree
Form:

Premium Member Shadow's Fall

How the shadows fall back bowing;
prostrating themselves 
before the noon day sun.
Genuflecting as their wooden, vegetative father’s can not.
Performing dance movements of mimicry
the boughs above initiate.

How the shadows fall daringly, dauntless;
dissecting the bleached winter grass,
making perplexing puzzles of mossy patches
creating mystical arteries upon 
the breast of Mother Earth.

Underserved

Imposed love of debt
Seeking soulful releases 
Empowering self through lies
Abusive ways masked in gifts
While wounds are healed 
So eyes no longer see
Internally embedded as deserved
Becoming self inflicted 
Thoughts taught to believe
Brought upon self 
Undeserved of a better love 
He holds the Key 
Of a torture-some beat
Held in his hands 
Squeezed of blood flow
Restricting all vessels 
In a vegetative state 
Oxygen gone

Premium Member Sleep Infection

As Rumple in blankets,
I vegetate in unfilled torpor, 
Blind enervation adrift among
Extinguished stars, among dark 
Torpid galaxies where I am a stranger.
I find only dead planets, windswept and barren,
Where molecules of a distant living past
Are vaguely recalled,
And where conceptions, 
Convictions all collapse.
Exhaustion is an avalanche   
Making no distinction between
vacuity and repletness.
Sleep believes nothing,
Not even the animated chatter of 
My dreams.


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