Short Balsam Poems
Short Balsam Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Balsam by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Balsam by length and keyword.
globes and gold tinsel
balsam trees bless, a festive flair
presents await us
11/16/2022
crisp fallen tree leaves
blanket the pine wooded path~
earthy balsam scents
11/10/19
Contest: Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
snow waltz's from the sky
balsam firs are dressed in white~
swan glides on a pond
*Balsam Fir- Is a type of Christmas Tree
12/16/19
Contest:December - Winter Haiku or Senryu
Sponsor:Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
And just like that
one swing of the ax,
Autumn`s been felled
and winter is back.
With shivering maples
the sun in reverse,
the snow laden boughs
of balsam and birch.
The streams have gone silent
birds without verse,
our days now in darkness,
the tilt of the earth.
Violaceous lulling bell
Enchantment be thou spell
Prodigious tortile entwine
Weathered be thy vine
Solstice utmost fair
Lay waste to arctic air
Embedded mossy root
Colossal venue afoot
Keeper of florid bliss
Ambrosia ne’er remiss
Petals supple blush
Lavish wisteria lush
Wispy balsam waft
Caress be e'er soft
Atop verdant bough
Tender be thy sough
Excerpt from the compilation: “Prayer – 2: Tears
I wish that the healing balsam of our Tears
Create streams
that reach our deepest valleys of sorrow,
And cleanse and sooth our pain.
And the streams become great rivers
that carry away our antique, obsolete
and borrowed suffering and collected debris
of old fears and doubts,
far out to sea.
© Sangeet Portals 2020
(DEDICATED TO MARTIN BALSAM WHO DIED FEBRUARY 13, 1996.)
You starred in Psycho as Mister Arbogast.
You were a great actor in the past.
You starred in Archie Bunker's place with Carroll O'Connor.
When other actors worked with you, it was indeed an honor.
When you died, it was something that people would regret.
The contribution that you made is something that nobody will forget.
balsam scented room
candelabra glowing red ~
festive spectacle
red bubble tree lights
dance amongst silver tinsel~
an old-fashioned flare
laughter and chatter
warm the home with joyful cheer~
holiday party
sweet savory scents
inviting holiday feast~
edible presents
diamond ring surprise
an enchanting engagement~
holiday magic
newborn in velvet
cradled by his grandmother~
celebrated life
Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious tis sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
bright red and white poinsettias all in bloom
smells of balsam fir permeate the room
holiday melodies are playing softly
while prime rib’s roasting in the oven slowly
needhams, cookies and fudge treats to delight
colorful ornaments and lights sparkle so bright
pink, red and white bubbly chilling on ice
many delicious hors d’oeuvres to entice
happy laughter and joyous sounds all surround
while the Christmas spirit is spread all around
My climbing rope is broken
better fix it
said the excitable culprit
A praying mantis was in my sandwich
it provided a challenge
crunch crunch went my dentures
Please don't force the hyacinths
let them blossom in their own time
Please don't be too eager again
If your fingers grow stiff
ply them with balsam
if not rub them with ash
Teddy bear don't let the shadows get you
Depend on somebody
Watch over for the angels
we never meet
Star on the Tree
she, with care, up a ladder climbs
the gold star on top of our big tree shines
then falling into her love's arms
ever so gracious and happily
soon that scent of overwhelming balsam scent
drives us so totally wild
ouzo with ice....oh, yes
then off to play
to launch their happy holiday
December 3, 2019
Each of my limbs is meant for adorning
With beautiful lights and jolly decorations
Ribbons flow around me, never warning
This is the time when love touches in sensations
I still remember the joy of the squirrels and birds
When I lived in the forest, beside the oaks I love
For the ache in my heart, there are really no words
But I must sacrifice my quiet life for the One above
He is worth more than many of my green hands
I am only one of this Jesus’ many fans!
The scent of Balsam Fir Incense fills my home, breeze blowing it around
Without the soft music playing, there wouldn’t be much of any sound
It is quiet here on the hill, where I live and also find my inner peace
Safe at home where all the feelings can be so easily released
Every changing season brings its own kind of beauty here to me
In winter when the leaves fall, the distant mountains I can see
--- This is my sanctuary ---
Heidi Sands
8/26/17