Short Beatrice Poems
Short Beatrice Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Beatrice by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Beatrice by length and keyword.
As the first snow falls
It's beauty overwhelms me
I know God is here!
Copyright©2010 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Here lies Beatrice Lily Croff
Died from a terminal cough.
Written March 19, 2022
[enough already!]
the snow falls softly on the graves of heroes at rest...a winter salute!
Beatrice Boyle....For Constance's one line please contest.
Snowflakes drifting down
Are like diamonds in the snow
Nature’s Crown Jewels
Beatrice Boyle
For Carolyn's Haiku me a nature poem
to be in love again
like before. like the movie.
when you can feel the universes are
all
just the right size
and everything fits like a
glove
B-ible
E-xposition
A-ims
T-o
R-eactivate
I-ntensive
C-hurch
E-vangelism
Topic: Birthday of Beatrice Amoah (April 4)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-e
E-ager
A-lways
T-o
R-emain
I-n
C-ompassionate
E-motion
L-etting
L-ove
A-pply
M-oment's
E-normous
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Beatrice Llames (April 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Beatrice
lives down the block
she
likes her porch
she has a big
darning basket
with socks
and yarn
Beatrice
lives in that rocking chair
I swear
back and forth
when we run by to the store
for popsicles
she never gets one
9/11 - We Will Never Forget!
Unbelievably
The mighty towers crumbled
Grieving loved ones prayed
That God had spared their loved ones
While victims jumped from windows!
Beatrice Boyle
Tanka for Carolyn's Remembering 9/11 contest
He felt his heart awaken
When he saw Beatrice
Coming towards him
One verse was pursuing another verse-
One bliss was pursuing another bliss,
Mysterious like a moon kiss
The sky above Florence was so bright
While his star was dancing every night
For Francine Robersts contest....Pick A Beverage
I once drank a glass of champagne
Then ran naked into the rain
I love all the bubbles
But it caused so much trouble
I’ll never drink it again!
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Wining and dining!
I enjoy a good glass of wine
Whenever I go out to dine
But the prices are steep
So I make sure I keep
The rest to take home cause it’s mine!
Copyright2011 Beatrice Boyle Written for contest on June 23, 2011
(All rights reserved)
(A weary voice whispers)
Like a slave to love
I once looked for true completeness
But like Beatrice and Dante,
There was always a great barrier
Between us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
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true terror... trashing...
tortured... tricked... teased... terrorised
tough trees tremble too
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Modern haiku form created by Beatrice Evans, aka Ronnica at Allpoetry
It requires only strict 5 7 5 syllable construction
with all words beginning with the same letter
The two ones
I have a sister ,I have a sister, I have 2 sisters I have 2 sisters
September 22 2016 September 14 2003, Beatrice Ester Ester Beatrice surrounded all around just by sisters sweet not cold loving and cute hugs me when I have hard times and sadness I love my sisters my sisters love me I am sorry for my bads, but we are happy family
Efficiency, anxiety
Result, vanity
Success, burnout
Alienation, disguise
Unconscious, relapse
Control, coact
Apologist: own merit!
Arbitrary, reclusive
Circus, bread
Conscious, blurred
Acceptance.
Commotion, trivialization
Affection, weakness
Love, liquid
Affliction, medication
People can no longer
Human beings.
- Bruna Beatrice.
Here lies Bea At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed She’d never be
She always swore She’d never die
Till all who bugged her
In the grave would lie
She hung on tight To the very end
No foe was left For flowers to send
Let’s raise a glass And shed a tear
She sure raised hell while she was here!
Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved
O – One of my favorite months
C – Crisp apples falling from the trees
T - Trees are a kaleidoscope of glorious color
O – Obviously Nature’s finest moment
B- Beautiful beyond measure
E - Explosion of color everywhere
R - Rendering of Natures Artists
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
For Carol Browns Acrostic Contest
Fears and fantasies entwine
to make a whole picture of life.
We fantasize a life of love...adventure...incredible achievements
as we soar far above the common man,
to a level that no man has ever
gone before.
We stand at the edge of the surf
but alas,
we are too timid to place
a toe in the water!
Copyright 2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
I will never love again and give my heart away
As I have done with you my love
Though now you've gone away.
I will never love another as I have worshipped you
And worked and prayed for your success
In all you tried to do.
I will never love again
And let my poor heart bleed
For even though God called you home
You're all I'll ever need.
Copyright20 © Beatrice Boyle
All rights reserved
“She is mercurial
Not flighty, but open
Rarely frivolous, but agile
A delightful chameleon, a risk-taker
She inspires others”
“Hey!” Said my cousin Beatrice
As she read these words over my shoulder.
“That sounds more like you than me!”
I was embellishing her bio on a dating website
Knowing it was more me than her
But eager to get her a match
Hoping I could stop supporting her
If she found a man
I never said goodbye the day you went away
Goodbye was just a word that my heart couldn’t say
But my world fell apart on that dark, dismal day
For forty years we had been wed,
We were children when we met
And though you had to go on ahead,
My heart will not forget
You promised you'd always be with me
That we would never part
And so I keep you my darling
Nestled deep within my heart
Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
God is our umbrella in the storms of life
Ready to shield us from the rain
But we must remember to always carry it with us
Not put it aside, hoping the sun will always shine
Rainy days are blessings in disguise
For it is then that lessons are learned
And if we take good care of our umbrella
Not carelessly putting it aside
It will always be there for us
Shielding us from whatever storms may come.
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Vanity…Thy Name Is Woman!
My house is on fire
What shall I do
I’ve seconds to decide
My choices are few
Shall I grab my money
My precious jewels
Or my brand new furry
Bedside mules?
This smoke is deadly
I can hardly breathe
I make a mental list
Of what to bequeath
But live or die
I’ll wear my designer dress
I’ve got to look great
For all the press!
Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
For Kristen Bruni's Last Chance Poetry Contest
To live is to forgive,
To the girl who wears makeup over her vacuum cleaner,
To the shy writer who won the Nobel Prize,
To the growing silence of Icelandic whales and sperm whales,
To live is to forgive, Joseph Kessel, Beatrice,
To the panther-sized dancer,
Who leaves you on Valentine’s Day,
For touching you that you are not the center of the world,
Like Joseph Kessel, nor Edgar Allan Poe or Baudelaire.
To live is to forgive.
Asia is larger than a novel by Joseph Kessel.