Best Caisson Poems
I See BeyondI see beyond the crosses
In the snow covered field
Like soldiers in formation
For whom our hearts aren't healed
I see beyond the sacrifice
Of those that gave their life
And with their faith to guide them
Left a husband, child, or wife
I see beyond the caisson
That a single...
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Categories:
caisson, death, loss, war, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Lakes - Part OnePellucid pearls in northeastern North America since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth
Straddle Canadian–United States border tethering partial global girth
Constituting 21% of world's surface fresh water species hearth
Total surface equals 94,250 square miles
...
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Categories:
caisson, creation, environment, joy, sea,
Form:
Epic
The Great LakesPellucid pearls in northeastern
North America since planetary birth
comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan,
Huron, Erie, and Ontario
(HOMES acronym) dearth
largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth
straddle Canadian–United States
border tethering partial...
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Categories:
caisson, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Epic
The Ultimate SacrificeThe Ultimate Sacrifice
Arlington’s air was thick with death’s pathos,
Grief and pain shared once more in war’s great loss,
The great sacrifice of our nation’s brave,
Fending off tyranny’s harsh tidal Wave.
Horse hooves made a doleful unrhythmic beat,
As the caisson moved slowly...
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Categories:
caisson, america, courage, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Lakes - Part OnePellucid pearls in northeastern North America
since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron,
Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth
Straddle Canadian–United States border
tethering partial global girth
Constituting 21% of world's surface
fresh water species hearth
Total surface equals 94,250 square miles
And...
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Categories:
caisson, beauty, blue, heaven, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
'mai' Limerick LogicKimmy Mai has my 'heart' in her pocket, (1)
Does not need either ring or a locket,
Love like beer, always loan, (2)
Less fun drinking alone,
And a blast when you're riding a rocket!
Kimmy Mai "owns the market" on care
And she's fearless when called on to share,
Those who...
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Categories:
caisson, love, philosophy, science,
Form:
Limerick
Night's Hypnotic TranceDay's end, sun's caisson doth wend
Residual rays a respite to append
Twilight's shroud dreary dividend
Swirls of gray into firmament blend
Vestements of light shed sacral veil
Luna's naked, pale orb flashes its spell
Twinkling sprites across dark tides sail
Constellation's mystical portents braille
Nyx, Erebos eclipse Hemera's blithe melody with bass...
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Categories:
caisson, education, dark, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Lakes Acronym Spells HomesThe Great Lakes acronym spells homes
I chose titled topic by a fanciful whim,
nevertheless still consider my knowledge
of aforementioned material slim.
Housing multivarious biomes
register ecological syndromes
whereby constituents of NOAA
Great Lakes Environmental
Research Laboratory writ tomes.
Pellucid pearls in northeastern
North America since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior,...
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Categories:
caisson, adventure, america, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
The Executioner As Scrambled Humoristwithin the under belly of
this hob bull ling Leviathan beast
induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued
within abdominal folds
finding they in creased
never diminishing, matter
whether I turn north, south, west or east
this adult desired,
soon after he envisioned
buttered crispy dish eyed fancily feast
culinary cut throat Michelin meisters
(pit a less lee)...
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Categories:
caisson, appreciation, baptism, dark, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
Death's BouquetDeath’s Bouquet
by Odin Roark
Graves give much,
Willing wafted memories ride
The raven’s wind.
Into other air
Where spirits claim dorsal view
Floating beside trumpets jazzed,
While barefoot chil’en
Walkin’ the early talk
Stomp blues drifting skyward
Clinging to cawing beaks
Echoing wisdom’s ...
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Categories:
caisson, death,
Form:
Free verse
Cemetery SoundsWhile strolling through a military cemetery about a week or so ago,
I became transfixed by the sounds wafting about that serene plateau.
An inviting bench beckoned me to sit and muse a while,
And gaze upon those hallowed grounds and my varied thoughts compile.
Over just a little...
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Categories:
caisson, sad
Form:
Rhyme
Cavorting Around While FecundPeachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute
raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently, untimely...
not inconceivable teenage
parenthood does contribute
overwhelming responsibility
adds complex twist making destitute
expense...
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Categories:
caisson, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
The Funeral of a HeroThe Funeral Of A Hero
A bugle blows in the distance
Seven gunshots echo
Bouncing off of a thousand trees
A caisson led by dark black horses
Carrying a simple black box draped in a flag
There is no one to say good bye
Except an officer dressed in a formal...
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Categories:
caisson, death, funeral, war,
Form:
Free verse
Canyon TrainA silent stillness swaddles the night
A restless wind addled floor doth spite
From rim's spout vaporous cloak descends; prescience to slight
Above melancholy mist, hoot owl resounds with doleful delight
In the distance, a billowy plume rises; darkness to blight
A shrill whistle echoes from wall to wall distilling...
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Categories:
caisson, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Funeral At ArlingtonThose who went before were there,
assembled in their ordered columns.
I remember white and brilliant stones,
the rolling green of grass,
a clear blue sky no longer seen.
And I remember too this sense:
A chair was waiting empty
while a quiet prayer was spoken over dinner.
In an old garage some...
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Categories:
caisson, funeral,
Form:
Verse