Carriage Poems - Poems about Carriage

After the Touch

7 lines /7syllables
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she was touched by a phantom

becoming a phantom too

both boarded coral carriage
 
wheels grate cobble streets in mist

opera seats were waiting
 
then to swirl on dancing floor

she relished escaping hours

PEARLY GATES HORSE AND CARRIAGE JOURNEY

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
Harmony of Heaven
Spiritual tact
A Soul rose and soared far beyond the eyes to see
Beyond loving hearts
Pearly Gates a wait
Accompanied by a Driver, White Horse and Carriage
Pure and Secrete
Onward to everlasting life
Every horse Gallup establishing every step walked on Earth
The pain and anguished confronted
This was Ms. Evans hour to shine among
The

The Carriage

The carriage. The carriage keeps us safe and warm. As long as theirs coal and fire the steam engine won’t stop.

Look, we can make an escape. The woods over there offer freedom, it’s a chance we must take!
The carriage keeps us safe and warm. No point in facing anything where chance is the norm.

Look, we

In a Carriage, Side by Side

We won't always be this poor.
Walk with me through the door.
One day, we two will ride
In a carriage, side by side.

I've known you since I was five,
Since the day you were alive.
You were fine and pretty then.
You'll be at one-hundred ten.

One day, treasures you will have.
You won't always work this hard.
We will make it hand

The carriage with Mr Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen

The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen,
Through the whispers of Iashi's stones, wrapped in its own mystery.
How long and tiring is the journey through boundless realms,
Emerging from the shadow of the past, with old, untouched stories.
What secrets are hidden among the stars, in shining constellations?
What mysteries sparkle in the vast cosmic night, trembling?
From

The Flaming Garter

Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night

From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With whoops and calls
And high-pitched trills
The vehicle turns aside

Then flames appear at the curtains
And smoke pours out the doors
As the party falls out laughing
Onto the meadow floor

The air is rich with

The carriage with Mr Mihai Eminescu

The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu
Is heard passing through the streets of Ia?i.
But, Lord, what a long journey it has made,
How pale and weary he seems to be!
And what is happening, Lord, in the sky and among the stars?
And what's happening in the wide world?
Does the poet come from his parental home?
Does he come from

Beautiful is the poet's carriage, my love

Beautiful is the poet's carriage, my love,
That can be heard passing among us.
But, Lord, what a long journey it has made,
How pale and weary the poet seems to be!
And what happens, poet, in heaven and on the horizon,
And how is it still to live in the wide world?
Does the poet come from the depths of

Deaths Carriage

I pull back the curtains 
And out I look 
There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door 
So the lock I unhook 
The door i open 
Standing there, a figure 
A creature of great lore 
Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen 
It’s come for

A Gilded Carriage

The adulterer and adulteress rode 
In a gilded carriage, while horses strode
Many looked on with pride
Others hated the ride  
Most of the world yawned in blasé mode  


I had some thoughts when they said he was the leader of the Church Of England.

Our Carriage Propeller

“It's minutest strand is not in our hands."


We traverse the day,
Our engines set in motion and fuelled by it, 
We retire to bed,
Like a parked vehicle,
All our mechanisms come to a halt,
Oblivious of anything else,
We switch to another world, 
A door is opened,
A part of us walks through it,
Our vehicles rev up by its fuel,
After

Together, On a Carriage Road

Two who are one together in love,
On a carriage road in the woods of Maine.

The day was filled with sunshine,
The air was cool and sweet.
It was a fine, wondrous spring day in Maine,
On an old carriage road
That wound through the woods of Acadia in the shadow of Cadillac,
As strong and enduring as the love of

In Carriage Weaving Through Carnage

Am still reading "Team of Rivals"
by Doris Kearns Goodwin.

lincoln in carriage
while weaving through carnage
from wide plains to ridge

Jim Horn

Each Wide plain and ridge
appeared to be battle sites.

Chastise and Have a Compromise

after many tries
when bother and then chastise
seeking compromise

Jim Horn

Last Carriage

Two women fighting over last cart
                 Unsophisticated, brawling, stubborn,
   Short. Up rolls a knight, armor shining bright,
“Why d’ost thou fight til the death o’er singular
       shining carriage? Mine has wings...fly ‘way,

Horse and Carriage

if in our town
to get around
stop or shop
jump on
talk on the phone
its like a close marraige
the
HORSE AND CARRIGE

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