Short Wilt Poems
Short Wilt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wilt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wilt by length and keyword.
red passionate rose
dances, dropping wilt petals
wan ivory keys
piano plays endless notes,
sobbing hushed old ardent tune
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soda stream pops
gargles are gurgled
mischievous meanders over moss
jutting chins of fresh shaven
intrusive rocks
sunlit tendrils stroking at the seams
Roses are red,
your love you say is true.
Why is it then,
I want to leave you.
You put me down
and beat me around.
Roses are red,
your love not true.
I think I've
had enough of you.
I love you the way flowers love the sun even though they know they'll still wilt in the heat of the day
Reaching up to the light
Embracing possible destruction
Just to be bathed in the warmth of your precious glow
W hen summer ends and a cool wind blows
I n the garden there is just one rose
L eft all alone in the cool of the day
T he last rose of summer slowly fades away
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Drizzle languid silver sleep
upon my lids, lashes curled
to trap my dreams, lest they escape
and sink to the bottom of oceans
Let the windows kiss the sun
hold my face, warmed to sleep
liquid limbs, to slumber on,
and wilt me the afternoon...
The darkness
In my heart
A thousand suns
Collapsing into themselves
Eaten by black holes
Pockmarked on my soul
Emitting radiant light
From the centre
The edges falling away
Lost forever to the cosmos
Is this how we will be remembered?
Mere ashes of once inspiring beauty…
Form:
Down the shore road
swinging sweetly, so sweetly
as the gravel flew away
Do you remember?
There came a time, dear
when the sea rose above
and away we all fell under the dying moon
I cried, I did
Those kisses pulled me deeper though
..still sweet, oh so bittersweet..
Butterflies bequeath
Down the shore road
swinging sweetly, so sweetly
we were happy once... remember?
Form:
Pain with time begins to fade
leaving clarity in its wake
patiently beginning to comprehend
the heartache that wilted away with the twilight
like the red rose on a frosty winters night
In remembrance of the rain that once soothed a void,
distracting thoughts of hopelessness that invoked death;
yet I bend
like the wilt of the red rose which must accept,
that all beauty is sentenced
understanding this;
in time death will be unpleasant
in time death will be present
W as there ever a player so hated
I n the prime of a great career
L ooked on as the Devil Incarnate
T ormented by boos and by jeers
T he man set all kinds of records
H e excelled at whatever he tried
E gged on by a fierce, wounded pride
S cored one-hundred points in a game
T fans hissed at him all the same
I f he had to do it over again
L ord Have Mercy, he'd have scored 110!
T hough he'd have traded every point for one friend