Short Belli Poems
Short Belli Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Belli by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Belli by length and keyword.
Note of Brilliance
G-reeting
I-s
U-niquely
S-cribed
E-ndorsing
P-ractical
P-oetic
E-xpression's
G-reat
I-deal
O-bjective
A-s
C-omposer
C-reates
H-eartfelt
I-mpressive
N-ote
O-f
B-rilliance
E-mploying
L-iterary
L-ine's
I-dentity
Topic: Birthday of Poet Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli (September 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...
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Categories:
belli, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
The Old Bell
The
old bell
in the tower
is gothic revival.
Green moss drapes the high tower walls,
a labyrinth staircase leads up, twisting.
The bell tolls each day on the hour,
drifting,
far.
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June 15, 2017
Ninette/The Old Belli
Copyright Protected, ID 909991
The Bell
John Anderson
Tenth Place...
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Categories:
belli, beauty, music, peace, sound,
Form:
Ninette
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
belli, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art, black-african
Form:
I do not know?
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
belli, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art, black-african
Form:
I do not know?
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
belli, art
Form:
I do not know?