Short Acolyte Poems
Short Acolyte Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Acolyte by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Acolyte by length and keyword.
The Acolyte
my poems rise
from cold embers
ever the acolyte...
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Categories:
acolyte, on writing and words
Form:
Monoku
Christened
first a glow and then a glisten
like dawn, breaks forth sticky sweat
an acolyte by solstice christened
droplets form, then rivulets
off the brow and in the eyes
upper body soaking wet
fown the back and to the waistline
hasn’t reached the nethers yet
coming down like salty rain
next, there’s squeaking in the shoes
showing shadows great disdain
sun’s now turning up the screws...
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Categories:
acolyte, summer, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Favorite Protegee
His favorite protegee
Mentors her day by day
You are his curious delight
You're always affable
And so unflappable
Yes you're his favorite acolyte
Though your aura's sacred chic
Radiating cool mystique
Your life story does bespeak
Constant fight
His patronage for your art
Remains for you're his dear heart
Shine favorite protegee shine
Rejoice that your lives intertwine...
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Categories:
acolyte, education, encouraging, giving, life, mentor, motivation, poetry,
Form:
Lyric
Forced Excursion
Dearest Vicar –
Late came the regency bells;
The voice of your acolyte:
The mezzotinted voice of the verger
Rang at last for mass extrusion.
Dearest Vicar –
We all heard the fragile peels:
All the birds of riot
Must disjoin in the new exodus
Of the new testament of single nests?
Dearest Vicar –
Confusion and uncertainty
Reigned in the hovel:
The restive communal nest....
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Categories:
acolyte, satirevoice, voice,
Form:
I do not know?
Night of Infamy
The lightning, it was over bright
Arthritic trees, stripped bare of leaves,
seemed skeletal, inflicting fright
The lightning, it was over bright
as if the devil's acolyte
The world shall beg for mercy, please!
The lightning, it was over bright
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6/17/16
For Contest: First Line Prompt - 2
Sponsor: Julia Ward...
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Categories:
acolyte, dark, storm,
Form:
Triolet
The Acolyte
Always he comes here
Humming to the air
Calling and begging
Calling the dead
Who passed long ago
For help! for help!
Hefty he is
Bowing
Kneeling
Behind this monastery
He did cry for the moon.
Dressed
In his white vestment
Tinted in red
Where is he going?
He defied the ancients
Sad is his mother
Sad is his father.
Even the sun sunned madly
And the moon mooned sadly
Weeping for this listless acolyte....
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Categories:
acolyte, satire
Form:
I do not know?
Beautification Beans
Breathing space of time and place. Wishing waiting wanting wantonly. And a fried ham. Jellied eels do not erode in a milky ju. And segment of an oiled asparagus is not very funny for a spoon who arrives in a headdress at a ballroom. To tell a time off is to deny a denounced pink and purple acolyte of a flower . Bud then. Bead then. Braking beaming bombing being bringing basins. Hahahaha and now a chat to a cloth. Hahahaha and a jumping scarf doing the can can dance. Xxxx beautification z...
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Categories:
acolyte, baby,
Form:
I do not know?