Best Kyrielle Poems
Below are the all-time best Kyrielle poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of kyrielle poems written by PoetrySoup members
Angel in Your Eyes
To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your...
The Ghost of My Lonely
dream, me, mystery,
Abandoned in the fifties after the war
A freight elevator stuck between floors
Obsolete machinery, splintered old chairs
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
Dead air presses...
At Summer's End
When Autumn veils my season's smile
and lingers in the air a while . . .
though Indian days be gold spun,
my summering will come undone.
Hear Oh L-rd
faith, family, happiness, universe,
The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived.
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd...
A Stalker's Love Poem
They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day...
When her smiles are no longer real
And she laughs only now and then
If every thought is now kept sealed
Hold her until she feels again
Because He Gave A Single Rose
Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.
Confined to this...
Breathe in the silence-w
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity...
The Winter of My Tears
"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression..." excerpt from
*a poem by Just That Archaic Poet
The summer of my...
Sweet Deathly Rose
friendship, loss, me, rose,
Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet,
A ruby red, yet so discreet.
She'd never seen a hue my blue.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.
There is an elephant in the room
The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.
Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
We hear the prairie whispering
when meadow lark is on the wing
and pipit echoes a refrain.
Sweet solitude is his domain.
The sigh of breeze through blades of...
In A Perfect World
blue, butterfly, fantasy,
I am a blue butterfly,
These woods I wish to occupy;
Sun warm wings- then there is flight,
Started life in these woods at night.
My perfect life is...
The Long Sleep
Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.
This Special Time of Year
holiday, lifechristmas, time, home,
We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be...
Blossoms on the Snow
deathchristmas, tree, christmas, red,
(A Kyrielle Sonnet)
The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the...
The Six - My Heart Sings Out
happiness, heart, joy, love,
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
There is Where Most Likely You Will Find Me
On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely...
death, hope, inspirational, uplifting,
I come to you on bended knees
Knowing you will hear my pleas
By your side is where I long to be
Oh, God,be mercilful to me
friendship, love, passionme, me,
When I first noticed your name, I wondered could you compete with me?
I wanted your heart in a frame and demolish all your poetry!
Are you who you are
or just a wanna be
Are you who you are
unable to fly free
Are you who you are
living just in...
Each Day We Have a New Page to Write
Each Day We've a New Page to Write
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Endless is childhood’s sweet story.
Its climax seems far from our...
I Love To Feel God's Mystery
appreciation, beauty, bird, flower,
I love To Feel Gods Mystery
It’s such a lovely place to be
In a garden filled with flowers
Mother nature has such power
I love to feel God’s...
Trucker Joe's Lament
He lost his job, now drives a rig.
The pros are small; the cons are big.
A sleeper cab is his abode
on tedious and lonesome road.
holiday, christmas, music, celebration,
(Christmas Day in Italian Culture)
as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow
and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in...