Short Élan Poems
Short Élan Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Élan by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Élan by length and keyword.
Bright
shines spring's
fledgling sun.
New blooms praise her,
inspiring élan.
Now effusive,
she conquers
winter's
dun.
4/7/2021
Written for Caren Krutsinger's "Spring Ninette" poetry contest.
I want to go where the land
Is boundless, where the wheat
corn and flower cane grow,
where the soft white downy
of cotton amplifies in big fields,
and bed my body and soul on
the waves of cotton balls,
and in natural surrender my
élan vital to feel the virginal of cosmos
descending for once in age..
Ten Words
T’was a bone fide anomaly
an avant-garde cacophony
carte blanche imbued with déjà vu
soft ennui of élan
following an endless toque
the dilettante went flat
baroque
John G. Lawless
©1/15/2018
ten words
Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui
Every morning I wake up
I feel my day adore –
Anew rays of first light
Afresh my mind, cleansed soul –
A new beginning to endure.
Yester memoir enclosed agone
Today to face more –
A whole day unrevealed
Fostered withal by elation.
Walked my way
With anew hope
Destiny wished crystallized.
Aspired aspect
Limpid élan…
Tranced.
gripping the shards of memories
ignoring the bloodied emotions
why do we torture ourselves
with that which we cannot change
these evocations
vivid
disturbing
invisible to others
but our élan spotlit
driven
instituting mostly patronising
eleemosynary projects
perfect recall
subject to
experiences dictated by
accident of birth
the authenticity of memoirs
tenaciously defended
but ravaged by
subliminal influences
a testimony to its perfidy
I cannot help wondering about Vivaldi.
Antonio was a priest they say,
a cleric of the cloth.
I can’t help surmising
when as a young man
at the Ospedale della Pieta,
(a home for foundlings
and the training of musically inclined
female wards).
I wonder about all that fiddle playing
with an orchestra of young ladies
and him, the red-headed priest
with all that passion and élan.
wanting to express himself
in so many ways
with a strong and vibrant bow
and all those ladies.