Minimalist Poems
#minimalist
Minimalist poems, concise poetry with no unnecessary words or bloated narrative. Minimalist poems focus on words and visual representation, rather than scenes, characters or stories.
Insiderew
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 4:42pm
25th Sep 2020 4:42pm
good & sin.
good and sin
fight within,
some time good win
some time sin,
shame, that in sin
such pleasure lie,
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
fight within,
some time good win
some time sin,
shame, that in sin
such pleasure lie,
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
#minimalist
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Insiderew
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 4:57am
24th Sep 2020 4:57am
urgent grace.
her shy feet, thus,
turn inwards
from my gaze,
a rounded knee
a slim white thigh
warm, as fingers trace,
to where the welcoming
sighs lie,
and motions urgent grace.
turn inwards
from my gaze,
a rounded knee
a slim white thigh
warm, as fingers trace,
to where the welcoming
sighs lie,
and motions urgent grace.
#rhyming
#minimalist
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1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 10:59am
23rd Sep 2020 10:59am
Spinning
In dark fires
of viral truths,
my spirit dances—
a dervish
with this right hand
held up and open
to receive God’s grace,
this left hand faces down
towards the earth,
to give grace and light
to a world reborn.
of viral truths,
my spirit dances—
a dervish
with this right hand
held up and open
to receive God’s grace,
this left hand faces down
towards the earth,
to give grace and light
to a world reborn.
#earth
#God
#rebirth
#minimalist
#pandemic
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14 Comments
Insiderew
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 7:37pm
19th Sep 2020 7:37pm
breeds.
where my pen, leads,
i follow,
hungering, for the read,
then, i swallow,
things pen breeds.
i follow,
hungering, for the read,
then, i swallow,
things pen breeds.
#minimalist
38 reads
2 Comments
Insiderew
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 9:11am
19th Sep 2020 9:11am
a girl
my head, my head is in a whirl,
i was a boy, then something strange,
my body changed, became a girl
my voice too, now, a different range.
a changing of a point of view
i'm feminised from toe to eyes,
but i do not know what to do
will i be trained to satisfy?
i remember, when i trained some,
to dress to please, drink wine and dance,
to plead for pleasure, and to come,
to heel with fierce word or hard glance.
I tremble now, being a maid,
what words, what force, to be applied,
with only men...
i was a boy, then something strange,
my body changed, became a girl
my voice too, now, a different range.
a changing of a point of view
i'm feminised from toe to eyes,
but i do not know what to do
will i be trained to satisfy?
i remember, when i trained some,
to dress to please, drink wine and dance,
to plead for pleasure, and to come,
to heel with fierce word or hard glance.
I tremble now, being a maid,
what words, what force, to be applied,
with only men...
#minimalist
38 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 3:55am
19th Sep 2020 3:55am
bliss
#lust
#erotic
#minimalist
159 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 1:19am
18th Sep 2020 1:19am
multicolor hope.
knees tucked up
under
chin
sullen heart
breaks
within
fragile tears
slide down
thin
skin
digging deep
reclaiming
sins
bathed
in multicolor
spin
ray of
hope
herein
under
chin
sullen heart
breaks
within
fragile tears
slide down
thin
skin
digging deep
reclaiming
sins
bathed
in multicolor
spin
ray of
hope
herein
#sadness
#hope
#minimalist
46 reads
14 Comments
Insiderew
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 6:42pm
17th Sep 2020 6:42pm
The taste.
i do not know, the face above
but i know, this is my place,
kneeling, waiting, for the love,
of eternal grace.
but i know, this is my place,
kneeling, waiting, for the love,
of eternal grace.
#minimalist
114 reads
11 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 10:04pm
16th Sep 2020 10:04pm
~(y)our ambre love above all & nil..
1.
~the accompanist
your
husky monotones’
a shadowy dark
semblance, a fallen
dusk’s uninvited
accompanist...
-overrides
those blinding synthetic
ultraviolet spectacle
-elongates
in a menacing acuity
yet intertwining
with its objective origin’s
free endless hands...
the extreme
‘8” connectivity
-our
cyclical looping
infinity
2.
~liberation
the koel…
no more ...
~the accompanist
your
husky monotones’
a shadowy dark
semblance, a fallen
dusk’s uninvited
accompanist...
-overrides
those blinding synthetic
ultraviolet spectacle
-elongates
in a menacing acuity
yet intertwining
with its objective origin’s
free endless hands...
the extreme
‘8” connectivity
-our
cyclical looping
infinity
2.
~liberation
the koel…
no more ...
#love
#minimalist
110 reads
9 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 5:38am
15th Sep 2020 5:38am
(iii) goodbye poems.
i.
blue eyes
drifting away
in her siren
cries
leaving traces
of scarlet sighs—
aching across
every cobblestone
pavement.
ii.
two spirits
crushed
crumbling in
a granite mortar
pestle,
swirling
together in
one glass
vial
d e a d
in a time
capsule.
iii.
when i heard
about how you
shuffled
i swear i felt
guitar strings
...
blue eyes
drifting away
in her siren
cries
leaving traces
of scarlet sighs—
aching across
every cobblestone
pavement.
ii.
two spirits
crushed
crumbling in
a granite mortar
pestle,
swirling
together in
one glass
vial
d e a d
in a time
capsule.
iii.
when i heard
about how you
shuffled
i swear i felt
guitar strings
...
#minimalist
125 reads
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
1st Sep 2020 9:37pm
1st Sep 2020 9:37pm
A Glimpse -
She walked barefoot,
taking her time
while the moon watched,
waiting
sleep calling,
she is naked
in her dreams
among the sleepless,
tonight,
she will become
words
written in response,
from a glimpse
of desires,
to see her
worded
onto pages,
to have her
close by.
taking her time
while the moon watched,
waiting
sleep calling,
she is naked
in her dreams
among the sleepless,
tonight,
she will become
words
written in response,
from a glimpse
of desires,
to see her
worded
onto pages,
to have her
close by.
#romantic
#FreeVerse
#minimalist
#emotional
#symbolism
82 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Aug 2020 7:47pm
30th Aug 2020 7:47pm
~from 97% to 94% or further below, the battery goes down, the 'one' music of us only intensifies..
sunday night's melodic radio
airing non-stop now... those
pretty albumed herbarium's
crispy crinkly ironed... & but
the concentrated bits & pieces
of stillness~ dryness presence-
as disintegrated rosepetals
of a wholly pressed flower..
in kinda bookish cellulosic
mix of nostalgic fragrance
-it's a delicate maturing season
of love.... after amidst so many
inner storming in fleshy deaths
an unclassifiable pleasure~ paining
soul~ crisis digs in longingly deep
as reminiscent~...
airing non-stop now... those
pretty albumed herbarium's
crispy crinkly ironed... & but
the concentrated bits & pieces
of stillness~ dryness presence-
as disintegrated rosepetals
of a wholly pressed flower..
in kinda bookish cellulosic
mix of nostalgic fragrance
-it's a delicate maturing season
of love.... after amidst so many
inner storming in fleshy deaths
an unclassifiable pleasure~ paining
soul~ crisis digs in longingly deep
as reminiscent~...
#love
#spiritual
#music
#lover
#minimalist
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