Short World Weary Poems

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


Blue-Black

Deeper into the blue
My indigo shines bitter and cruel
Darkly ablaze through velvet haze
Like the wilting rays of a world-weary sun
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Premium Member The trauma of immigrating to the US as a kid

That kid at eleven before his first kiss
is the kid that I really, really miss.
Every kid thereafter
was more tears than laughter,
molding the world-weary cynic that this old man now is.
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Form: Rhyme

I Saw God Today

I saw God today
In the face of a child.

I saw God today
In the bright blue sky.

I saw God today
In the face of a world-weary old man.

I saw God today.

But I don't think he saw me.

My Beloved’s Abode

World-weary and at the end of my tether
Yonder lies my beloved’s abode
Random as the fallen flight feather
Magic horse for me is the only mode
Critical as it is to bring us together
Lamenting, toward the setting sun I rode.
Form: Rhyme


World Weary

Death and destruction.
All men stand alone.
Money is moral.
Our hearts are cold and
Love is forgotten.

My mother's love
Father's blessing
A child's laughter.
A sense of peace.

Where is hope.
What I see?
Selfishness.

Death, and
Chaos.

Why.

The Breeze

Before the breaking, my heart sees
Something beyond my expertise,

And on unknown sunny shores as these 
I find my circumstances freeze,

Feelings that make me ill at ease
Wrapped in a reassuring breeze,

A gust that brings me to my knees,
Playing on my insecurities,

World-weary eyes are hard to please;
The wind on my face disagrees,

Unwraps myself and gently frees
The happiness it guarantees.
Form: Rhyme

Broken Souls

Battered by the harshness of life
Blindsided by Fate
Abandoned by their gods
These world-weary tattered souls
living on misguided beliefs and shallow ideals,
They are unable to break free from
the shackles of tolerance and indifference.

Who’ll mend their ways?
Neglected by their fellowmen
Forgotten by unforgiving time…
Oh, are these the children of a Lesser God?



~Contest: Kintsugi - Broken Poetry
Sponsor: Craig Cornish.

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