Short Artesian Poems
Short Artesian Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Artesian by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Artesian by length and keyword.
an artesian altar stocks
moist manna seized in vast rounds
twice arrested sights cascade
moment instills
reawakening
a sheltered reckoning breathes
no regrets prepped ascensions
~a ponder
Pharaoh Akhenaten liked his potbelly to show
He told the artists to draw him Rubenesque without woe
An Egyptian monarch with confidence back in the day
So, the skilled artesian painted Akhenaten exactly that way.
Piet Hein poetic artesian
cue censorship Nazi flip
Grook’s humble kumbel swordsman
Games toys superegg quip
she made radishes into roses
her watermelon becomes a basket
she is an Artesian
she cuts her sandwiches into figure eights
her mini cakes show rainbow colors when sliced
her bread loaves are shaped like animals
eating her food is an adventure
always a surprise or two
she puts peanut butter in pancakes
Wash away corruption, precipitation cleanses our deeds,
Artesian aquifers washing, and nurturing planted seeds,
Torrential downfalls, baptize impermeable desert sands,
Eternal crystallization, fractals break the father’s lands,
Requisite of life, hydration for the soul, we sup on heaven’s bounty,
Sands and sins abated, lie awash profoundly, we drink of them no more.
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Autumn Falling
David J Walker
It was the Chambermaid
Who smoothed the sheets
And swept the floors
Of the summerhouse
And checked the windows and
Locked the doors
For another season
A warmer blouse
As Autumn entered
With purpose and reason
Colors morphing
The artesian song
Singing of
The freezing
Rains to come
As light gives way
To the longer
Colder day
Falling into the Night
It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint
This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which would look great by my bed.
I only paint one of a kind things, the artist apologetically said.
artesian well
gush and flow of thirsty love
his Banyan soul rejoiced
new trunks from his psyche
sprouting
arching,bridging the gaps
between synapses
chemical bees abuzz
with words of love
he ,a forest of one
she,his indigo lagoon
mystifying
answering
deep
she hidden in his roots
he,reaching for the sun
for all to see
roosting the colored birds
of poems ripen in his leaves
indigo blue as their source
picked and shared by all
the found map led me to an
asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian
I wondered at the builder as I approached
the boards were placed diagonally
skillset many carpenters have not mastered
I knew now I was dealing with a professional
the knocker was a bit off-kilter, which amused me.
the brickwork looked a bit random also.
who created this wall? This door?
the paint was not fresh, there were bits of ivy.
A quaint shabby chic look.
I could not wait to meet the occupant.
On and on we meander
in might-have-beens:
the black spray-painted bed
in two-room efficiency apartment:
your roan lion mane of hair spread out
on white sheets like a lace of sea
we swim upon,
soft stones lapping one another
as the gurgling, artesian gush
from a brief sheath of time
drips from you, primal amoebas
rising and falling
from a froth of flaxen sea,
a yeast of life
in the unlit oven.