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Short Arcadia Poems

Short Arcadia Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Arcadia by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Arcadia by length and keyword.


Premium Member Arcadia
cove of stark comfort simplicity of forest verbena-pine scent I don’t care if i see stars immersed in sylvan fancies 9/14/2020
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Categories: arcadia, nature,
Form: Tanka



Arcadia
Rigid around the edges
Behold blissful paradise
A spring not yet discovered
graceful earth divine

-MIRANDA LAMBERT-
1ST PLACE IN DODOITSU CONTEST 2/23/11...

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Categories: arcadia, fantasy, happiness, inspirational, nature, peace
Form: Dodoitsu
Her Own Reflection
what sunlight
begins with
blond light
bouncing from
every corner of
her blue
Arcadia
eyes
now
falling
in love
with her
own reflection,
by the
moon river...

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Categories: arcadia, imagination
Form: Free verse
The Zebra
On the hills of Arcadia a lowly zebra wept 
stripped of his stripes he stood mute  
twas' the evil Queen Marcedite Maloop  
who stole the stripes for her gagaloup 
He cried for hours  with no stripe suit 
til' a Malferous wizzard painted him white
then with the tip of his brush he did line 
the little black stripes upon his supine 
In the hills of Arcadia now lives a Zebra 
Proud as can be, Zippity Zippity dee....

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Categories: arcadia, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Influential Strains
INFLUENTIAL STRAINS

 this legacy
exuberant
recherche
    collude
the deliberate needs
an arcadia
inhabited
by
   primal beauty
darkened 
  glowering
reminiscent of
  decay

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Categories: arcadia, poetry,
Form: Other



Kids Were Playing
Kids were playing outside, in the playground.
Swing, slide, sandbox and Mary-go-round.

One was sitting inside, with bottle in one hand.
Thought of things that will never be comprehended.
Paper notes on the table, sketches of ideas.
Scrambled, messy, illogical, the Arcadia.
Revolver in the other hand, with bullets that wisely shine.
Shot was fired, point blank range, never miss.

Kids were still playing outside, in the playground.
Played, played, played, as death never be found....

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© James Hou  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: arcadia, addiction, anxiety, child, death,
Form: Imagism

Book: Reflection on the Important Things