Short Artme Poems
Short Artme Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Artme by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Artme by length and keyword.
The mix of colors
creates a new world
for me to live in
A painted picture
can turn into magic
and keep me safe and happy forever
Lord, open the eyes of my heart to see
the art of true humility.
Untie the cords of anger and pride,
and all that weighs me down inside.
Let me be humble so the world can see
Jesus who resides in me.
Form:
I know this is just not right
But no, I will never fight
It’s hard for me to write
How can I turn on the light
It looks like the naughty night
But where is the noble knight
Oh, I need help tonight
O God lend me your light
Give me strength to write
Sunshine,my alter ego..
Everywhere I want to be
So warm and kind
Bright and Inviting
Always Shining,Somewhere
I want ,I need to be
Rays so Everlasting Deep..
Into my Soul,starts in my feet.
Makes me wanna jump and leap!
Sunshine,Ohh I love so much
Sunshine,wake me up for brunch
Still right here,come time for Lunch..
Sunshine.
Form:
Babe I love it when we roll around in my bed
The taste of your lips, the taste of you, has me hypnotized
When you run your hands down my back, I almost paralyze
I adore the way you make me feel, and when you do what you do my eyes roll back in ecstacy
Holding back my passion, oh I feel so weak once I release
The way you look at me in desire oh you please my fire
I love you sugar
The fairy sits and guides me
She sits on my shoulder
She holds the rose
Beauty in perfection
Art in the eye
She sees them all
They see her as art
Simple ink
They don't see her watching
See her offering guidance
She is my guidance
Saves me from the mistakes
Protects me from the lies
She sees what they don't
And she guides me through this world
All while holding a simple rose
Watching the charred remains
of the toys
you want me to search for another house.
Eventually I decide
to go for a voiceless door.
Who was calling whom?
Eternity hurts me.
I want to come to a stop,
pause for the evening
and climb up the hearse.
A howl is waiting for me
to engulf me in myself.
The blind statement will sit as a judge
and decide the fate of the key.
I cannot open the lock!
SATISH VERMA
Night melts into tears,
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was lake,
and I was sun.
I held you on to my breast.
give me your fangs,
and give me your venom.
I am blue and I am the death.
Centuries of wounds
and millions of scars.
Silence of sky,
and lull in the clouds.
I am the storm,
and I am the gale.
* I am... I exist...
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The colors of henna
On my hands
Promising of
Glorious days to come
Oh how my heart sings
The smell of henna
Sometimes strong
Sometimes mild
Took me far away
Into a fantasy land
The bond of henna
So strong
And yet so delicate
Tying with him forever
Oh see me dance
The design of henna
So intricate
And beautiful
My whole life in my hands
I kneel and pray
Henna, henna
Oh, so fragrant delicate henna
there forever here jus waiting for me to
jump out of the closet and go explore my
dreams have kept me safe from all the things
i wonce adored theve token me from all my pain
and sorrows inside i opned up a book and there
they lied with a tale full of wonders that are beynd
my imagination and i asked my dreams how come there
here they replied its all in your fantasy
o dear o dear .......my dreams are forever within me
Form:
Be friend me noble comrade
And I will be no stranger
You bestow me not with danger
Your kindness will be blameless
Forward you do look at me
Without confusion or a mess
Oh! I do take myself upon a plea
That I will never leave thee.
We will place our anguish jointly
Our ecstasy will cause a delight
You a friend, will wield both powers
To grasp all sensations
And in my anxiety of a fright
You always yield things bright
Form:
But I will not let your word define me, I shall make my own
Let his stand, and may this creation make itself known.
I tell you to see things from not your eyes but look through mine
See the world that I see, poem for poem and line for line.
So answer me the question, do you still wanna see?
If you dare climb inside my mind and meet me.
Show me how you hold your pen
And I will show you the gods amongst men.
*tag, you're it Jimmy ;).
Sparks are dimmed. No use
collecting them. I will burn my home
to get light.
My god was sleeping.
Let me use the night goggles.
On the ridge walks a silhouette of
limping buddha,
his neck broken.
I did not help myself
falling. He had asked me
“Are you me ?”
The anxiety of lifting the rock
again. I gather the grass leaves
on my toes.
Nobody wants to ruin the day
looking at baby silence,
featureless, mute.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Give me something to chew,
a savage numbness
is engulfing my brain.
Water level was rising
and the time of rented happiness
was over.
Pheromones were showing true likeness
in hate,
violence was brilliantly portrayed
and death was hideous.
Attachedment assumes a blast,
stares me in empty eyes,
hurling silence with invisible force.
Give me something to drink
like moonlight. It is very hot here.
I am walking downhill
to roll back the rock.
SATISH VERMA
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