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Best Austere Poems


Austere Adoration
Arrogance absorbs
an ambition
as asses attack asses:
all are astray,
aghast and alone.

Amidst atrocities
and abhorrence,
an angel aspired amity; 
amaranthine ardor: agony, absent...

Arms appeared
and accorded assistance;
all are abetted,
amidst apprehensions....

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Categories: austere, faith, forgiveness, hope, inspirational,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member AUSTERE TIMES
Milk bottles we would rinse out and return.
Pop bottles take back to claim the tuppence. 
Kellogg’s cartons collected for the kids
To cut and paste and learn creative art.
Unburnt cinders reclaim from last night’s fire
And add to burn again with today’s coals.
Rinsed food cans collected by...

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Categories: austere, life,
Form: Blank verse
Both Austere and Fair So Compare
Both Austere and Fair So Compare

When things started out were austere,
And found out in the end became fair;
Wonder how;
Then or now;
To analyze further we should compare.

The object is to take three rhyming words
and blend them together into the form of
a thought and subject. Finally complete...

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Categories: austere, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Austere Chapel-Exodus 17 9-12
austere chapel held up with clout of Aaron and Hur fidelity...

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Categories: austere, christian, endurance,
Form: Monoku
Covid New Year's Wishes
Expectations for the New Year,
Aren't very high I fear,
But let's start it with some festive cheer,
Hoping life soon gets less austere.

We're all learning patience we didn't have before,
Making do with simple pleasures for sure.
Spending time relaxing or walking outdoors,
It'll be awhile before I'm back on...

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Categories: austere, new year, new years
Form: Sonnet
Kin
Kin
by Michael R. Burch

O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...

what do we know of love, 
or duty?



Daredevil
by Michael R. Burch

There are days that I believe
(and nights that I deny)
love is not mutilation.

Daredevil, dry your eyes.

There are tightropes leaps bereave:
taut wires strumming high
brief songs, infatuations.

Daredevil, dry your...

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Categories: austere, absence, beauty, death, love,
Form: Verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things