Short Bernadette Poems
Short Bernadette Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bernadette by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bernadette by length and keyword.
Called so young,
So profound and sweet.
A spring of mud,
A wall of filth.
Yet, life ran true
As you gave all.
Could that we,too,
Possess such faith.
Form:
B-eacon's
E-arly
R-ays
N-ow
A-scend
D-istributing
E-nergy
T-o
T-he
E-arth
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette Pineda (April 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-eautiful day brings
J-oy to the heart, mind, and soul,
A-s the sky is bright.
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette J. Abalos (March 9)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Happy birthday, dear Bernadette,
Now is the time to remember;
Let not your mind ever forget
The Lord God's gift, mercy, and care.
Topic: Birthday of BernadetteJ. Abalos (March 09)
B-eacon
E-rases
R-ainy
N-ight
A-nd
D-ark
E-vening
T-o
T-imely
E-levate
A-s
N-ewness
T-akes
O-ver
N-ow
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette T. Anton (May 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-eacon
E-agerly
R-ises
N-ow
A-s
D-awn
E-nds
T-he
T-wilight
E-arly
P-lacing
R-ay
A-nd
G-leam
A-bove
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette F. Praga (May 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-eholders
E-agerly
R-ead
N-otable
A-crostic
D-esign
E-ven
T-hough
T-heir
E-yes
A-re
B-leary
A-s
L-ines
O-ffer
S-ublimity
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette J. Abalos (March 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-rutal
E-nemy's
R-abid
N-astiness
A-pplies
D-readed
E-eriness
T-ill
T-hreat
E-mploys
M-ystery
A-nd
Y-ucky
E-pidemic's
R-isk
Topic: Birthday of poetess Bernadette Mayer (May 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-lue
E-yes'
R-esembled
N-ice
A-ppearance
D-eliberately
E-xcites
T-houghts
T-ruly
E-thereal,
A-llowing
N-onmaterial
T-o
O-vercome
N-onphysicality
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Bernadette T. Anton)
B-irthday
E-xpression's
R-ighteous
N-ote
A-bout
D-edication
E-mploys
T-houghtful
T-heme
E-ndorsing
U-nique
M-eaning
A-s
Y-ou
A-ppreciate
M-essage
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette O. Umayam (February 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-ig
E-vent's
R-emembrance
N-icely
A-pplies
D-elightful
E-xpression's
T-errific
T-opic
E-mploying
U-plifting
M-essage
A-bout
Y-our
A-nnual
M-oment
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette O. Umayam (February 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Saint Sinéad
Rendered asunder
more than just a pope
all the hearts you set on fire
with your sight and fight and hope
their beloved witch
that would not burn
you tore the temple down
the voice of an angel
only louder
six feet underground
RIP
Shuhada Sadaqat
Nee Sinéad Marie Bernadette O’Connor
1966-2023
Money is Welcome Everywhere
"It's not the money, it's the stuff!" Bernadette Peters, the Jerk.
"Give me the MONEY!" Cuba Gooding, Jerry Maguire.
“Do you smell that? Money!” Paul Newman, The Color of Money
Buys us our fancy cars, fine houses, pretty mink coats, ritzy computers,
But also purchases...
groceries, gasoline, toilet paper, Sharpies and notebooks
money is welcome everywhere.
Bernadette prayed,
wore straw knee pads
and
built a cathedral incarnate.
Remains of the glorified were
sun baked shingles upon her roof.
Beaded mercy chips
and
pieces of blessed palms
sewn by dainty hands;
her mausoleum.
Visionary lass -
the divine enchantress
taught you to devour
a million agonies
and
digest the callous sins
of modern day charlatans -
who foolishly attributed
your pious actions
to
telltale symptoms of
manic depression.
Bernadette, ex-midinette,
now leaving Paris:
shop-girl day before.
Paris takes long time to leave,
with all the arrondissements...
Bernadette, ex-midinette
swaps shop-girl airs
for country air.
Paris now seen distantly:
the Eiffel Tower.
Perfect future lies in front
near Lille, or similar.
Shop-girl the day before.
Tells me not to harp on this
and holds up middle finger.
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A midinette is a Parisian shop-girl.
5/1/2015
Loud Whisper.
wide -eyed, teary-eyed
which tear was counted
every time i cried
heartless or just
thoughtless?
I'd like to scream
i'd like to shout
only a whisper slips out
can't go back to the girl I was
past scatttered like broken glass
how ever so haunting
the reflection of the
girl I use to be.
I'd like to scream
i'd like to shout
only a whisper slips out
can't go back to the girl I was
past scatttered like broken glass
copyright: Bernadette Barnardt