Short Bequeaths Poems
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As if atonement for the fierceness of a storm, it bequeaths a glorious rainbow.
One Liners Two for Silent One
12/7/2015
Winter bequeaths you.
Velvet crocus tease my flesh.
The tides thirst for more.
Brenda Molmod Atry
Copyright February, 2018
#YouandMeandHimandHerAndThemAndUs
Each phrase a gift,
mine to unwrap
The Muse bequeaths,
when spirit lacks
Each word a jewel,
to cut and shine
Together placed
—and shout divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Velvet touch glides above, below
warming flesh of moistened nectar;
as stem enters love’s petal,
twilight bequeaths female to man.
Ashley Conte
Passion Of A Jeu Ju for nette onclaud
July 24, 2014
Each phrase a gift,
mine to unwrap
The Muse bequeaths,
when spirit lacks
Each word a jewel,
to cut and shine
Together placed,
—then shout divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
I felt
Like dying
A time ago
And now I know
That death
Bequeaths me
To be set free
In the next world
Will I have
This burden
Of intelligence
To lead me to
Violence remembrance
Or life in the sea
Being of sound mind and body, this dude
Bequeaths his soul to help those who've come unglued
The world needs more giggles
And more positive signals
For a better world to emerge with a new attitude
Being of sound mind and body, this dude
Bequeaths his soul to help those who've come unglued
The world needs more giggles
And more positive signals
For a much better world to emerge with a new attitude
© Jack Ellison 2015
Autumn bequeaths
chestnut dappled
ethereal forests
graciously hued in
jeweled kaleidoscope leaves
migrating north on
primeval quiet
river snow
tapering under
violet winter's
xeroxed yielding zenith.
11/13/21
Entered in 'Z' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Energy convergence
In the heart spacial
Love healing radiance
Reveals Gods miracle
Divine love bequeaths
Continuum of bliss
Enlivening all sheaths
In rapturous caress
In terms of physicality
Sushumna is the funnel
Bliss throb in continuity
Explodes in rays radial
27-August-2020
In wisps from a gentle spirit,
I do my crying in the rain.
Softer grace, I must inherit,
when only angels know my pain.
Harps sacred music beckons thee
as gentle rain bequeaths its will.
From faith and love reveal to me
an angels heart to shield me still.
Angel In The Rain Contest.
06/13/2018
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Early fall has passed; it’s November now. The air is noticeably colder, drawing the heat from my skin. With each breath I take, the moisture from my lungs rises in thick plumes before me.
winter sun readies
autumn sighs, bequeaths its gift
confetti garland
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving Granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces did dwell.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future.
Coffin
Your striking aura leaves most folks aghast,
a somber beauty that bequeaths its mark.
Adorned in satin, some would think miscast,
may leave the tenant raging in the dark.
Declaims fond memoirs of the recent past,
before the raven called, there was a lark.
How fitting that you came to be from death
and now inured to lack of deed and breath.
Upon the waking hours of each tomorrow
The sun bequeaths its lovely rays to the earth
Highlighting us in spirit, warmth and inspiration
With new day’s dreams and new chances for rebirth
The grey and dampened clouds become defeated
As the sun’s rapier sharp rays force on through
To reach the very earth, providing heated splendor
And to brighten everything in life and all we do
When our world bequeaths its laughter and at times , agony..,
Two hearts' constant devotion endures all of life’s seasons
Relishing an imperfectly perfect being, as is--
For through kindness quite god-like, love abides …without question.
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Written 8/08/2018
A four line poem on what is love: For Faraz Ajmal
14 syls per line checked via howmanysyllables.com
God & Time on Parade
Written: by Tom Wright
11/14/2014
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces once dwelled.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present Millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future;
My neighbor's colony meshes like
one tree: spirits content as a world
bows to the giving, the loving,
the tender yearning of kinship
near or far. On my lane ,I greet a couple
next door wrapped under
an umbrella in the rain...
that by sending them my light,
my prayer; I feel a connection
with everyone illuminating
unified kindness which bequeaths
days more ethereal
than sunset’s silent intent.
Mystic Rose's Contest
Who Is Your Neighbor
9/13/2015