Short Ardor Poems

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


Premium Member You and Me

Love grows amid
Dreamy lovers
Who will admit
Their true ardor


September 12, 2019
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Form: Haiku


Glimpses of Ardor

The wave-
Crushing dreams
Swallowing hopes

The storm-
Influencing pain
Sleeting fear

The wind-
Rushing anger
Twisting fate

The calm-
Momentary silence
Vision of light

The rainbow-
Indications of ease
Glimpses of ardor…

Premium Member Passion's Ardor

Standing at the ocean's edge
  He inhaled the air, raw and bracing
His love, faraway on yonder shore
  inhaled as well, her heart a-racing

A wonder that two hearts can feel
  the tide's mighty surge as they kneel
in reverence to their passion's ardor
  that kisses' wings, sure true love seals
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Feline Ardor

In late autumn 
     our neighbour's black cat
     sits on the heated hood of the car
A sacred Egyptian ornament
     sleek lines of balance

Unlike our love games 
      on clammy leather
      in bucket seats
      car host passion
      spinetingling touch

Seasonal alarm clock
       set to spring
       like a cat off a cold hood

Lest Youth's First Ardor E'Er Grow Cold

In gilded hours and yet again
I still hear the same refrain:

"Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh,
Out with the Yanks,
Let the Viet Cong in!"

Ah me! Times change and I am old.
Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold,
Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach.
Boris, Boris, to the breach.

"Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg!
Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."
Form: Burlesque


Dirge of Ardor.

Upon nightfall descends my regret
Enrapt in the embrace of darkness
Where tomorrow has no meaning
And the voices of yesterday lay silent
That sweet muse once beckoning to me
Like a candle on the windowpane
Slowly burning away the memory
Ever dimming within times cycle
So while the stars leisurely sweep
Across repentances indifferent skies
Again this night my lover sleeps
Beneath the cold sepulcher stones
Form: Epitaph

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