Short Ambulatory Poems
Short Ambulatory Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ambulatory by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ambulatory by length and keyword.
Savannah
Savannah, pretty city of the South
Where I spent half a day of my life
Eating your delicious bread
Mixing the smoke of my pipe
With your warm air
Riding in carts pulled by big ambulatory horses
Pissing in your sewage
And wending even more
Southward
You left behind
A shining point
On the turning trajectory
Of my life...
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Categories:
ambulatory, places
Form:
I do not know?
Neonate
Becoming polar.
The climax comes
without end.
The physical
intimacy of headliners ?
You were not reaching anywhere.
Pretty large
was the near-view.
Eons ago there was a neoclassicism.
The core intensity
was golden.
But circumference was ambulatory.
Planets will watch
the rover
for the final descent of god !
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
ambulatory, art,
Form:
ABC
Dearest Physical Therapist
Dearest Physical Therapist~Ryan:
?When you see the rough coating on a
pineapple, do think of me.......
The outside, rough and hard to open.
The inside, soft and loving as can be!
Thank you for all your work with me.
Four full months, with a-stubborn donkey.
Who, by your magic, is now quite happily,
Out of bed........and so very, very, ambulatory!
Thank you!
Pangie...
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Categories:
ambulatory, health, success, thank you, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Overwhelming
Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer
maps the astrological signs
and connects with the
moon in oviduct:
wriggling,
coiling.
There were no foeticide qualms,
in rappelling to shamanic healing.
It was not a deference for any
deity. A ritual
gives you
name, gives
you fame.
Wearing a wooden sandal which
keeps you electrified with
divinity. This is ambulatory.
You move on the green earth
squashing the grass,
grasshoppers
beating the
Venus.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
ambulatory, art,
Form:
ABC
Here Lies the Queen
The frozen voice hangs on the
door. A crowd waits.
Midnight explosions
will start soon
to herald a benevolent sky-
for squatters.
In rise and fall of an empire
I won’t put any label
to generation drift. The
changing geography will
take care of the ashes.
A ragpicker will tell the story.
Ambulatory moon
had become economical, blanching
the stained dreams only
like our land’s wounds.
The sea of hate lies naked before us
to sweep the carcasses. I know not
how to become omnivorous.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
ambulatory, art,
Form:
ABC