Shorter Poems - Poems about Shorter

Every day, my poems grow shorter: Little fires for the one who was lost in a strange land. And I awaken from dreams drowned in twilight's light, Seeking hidden roots in the fractured soil of memory, Continuously dissolving in silence, in caress and burning agony, Waiting for the light through the window to blend me. On the edge of infinity, where...

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Without a brake in sight, Like a relentless flood, I might. My emotions overflow, Defying reason's flow. I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write, I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right. I’m searching for a conductor, A call to order, A voice to caution, To stop me from hurting, to fill my void, Thanks to...

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Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer there....

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In the sunshine, I’m feeling fine In the sunshine, wish you mine In the ocean, love’s beauty’s divine Into the sea, our souls entwine Our souls intertwine and flow so fine Hold me throughout the night Hold me tight tonight, tonight Sunset horizons on the line Your kisses illuminate me so fine Love the way our skin collide freely Our skies combine as it blinds...

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The English language~ lovely. To crush poetry to the size of a pea, balmy!          ...

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Its long way but shorter, easy way to reach faster, do it today avoid later, Never delay make it faster, Hearsay never counter, Always is a trickster, Stay away never tester, You hey take foster, One day gonna be greater,...

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she invited chaos into her life now it won’t leave the guest becoming the bully AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on March 1, 2019...

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Two parties with a fifty-fifty chance Of getting the longer half, but in this game Of sheer luck, one gets the wish fulfillment One literally comes up short When the wishbone splits in two How sad to end up with the shorter half? Close, but no cigar. An unlucky break Then lady luck smiles and disappears In a split second. Isn't it tantamount...

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graveyard shorter path... fumbles six feet down ...schooled by the moonlight 8/15/2018...

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Watching young girlies walk by at the mall Can still get a rise out of me With their shorter than short shorts and halter tops Tsk, tsk, thinking bad thoughts, are we? Just purely for their copious youthful energy This exuberant younger generation It's got nothing to do with gawking or ogling Tsk, tsk, think I've succumbed to titillation? Really much more sophisticated...

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a hungover farmer went one day to a blacksmith shop to buy some hay please dont think this funny for he had no money and so went home less vertebrae. ...

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The days are getting shorter; By half-past eight it’s dark, With fewer hours to frolic At the beach or in the park. The summer’s slipping swiftly, Getting ready for the fall, Though the temps and the humidity Have hardly changed at all. I won’t mind the colder weather; It will fill me with delight, But I’m really not in favor Of the lessening of light....

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How I love the shorter evenings, fire burning, lamps aglow. Sunburn and dry sandwiches are seeming long ago. The leaves already fallen and the trees completely bare, The snow is pretty on the ground and winter's in the air. I've had a hearty breakfast, there's a casserole to cook, I'm watching television and I've finished off my book. It's feeling like...

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Shadows of the year begin to fade early upon the forests and lush green fields, A gloom both pleasant and soothing relaxes all after the glare of summer days, September hangs in the air bringing to morning and evening a pleasant coolness, Leaves burning on bonfires smoke rising in the cool air the smell is haunting. A veil of...

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Watching young girlies walk by in the mall Can still get a rise out of me With their shorter than short shorts and halter tops Tsk, tsk, thinking bad thoughts, are we? Just purely for their copious youthful energy This exuberant younger generation It's got nothing to do with gawking or ogling Tsk, tsk, think I succumb to titillation? Really much more sophisticated...

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