Short Bestial Poems

Short Bestial Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bestial by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bestial by length and keyword.


Simple Stoke

Tis so sweet to slip the bonds of Earth
to race on back of foam and spray,
to glide in stride on crafted board,
to run out the bestial fray!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member lazy lions

lazy
 lions
  lie
      in a
  ludicrous 
lair

& 

laugh
        their way 
to the 
        banal 
         bestial 
          bank

Premium Member Bestial Beds - Mar 6

Babble on, Babylon!— The bell is bellowing 
Its booming bane! Bastards and baseborn bumblers 
Beware, and beg bitterly for better 
Birth above! O’ you bashful, bawdry bunch!

Premium Member It Is

It is..

It is the same 
and vast
for everyone..
It is prior to the 
sights and sounds of
this morning..
It is within the bestial
events of the day..
It is the Self
stirring in suffering
waiting in shadows
to be born...
Form: Blitz

Lying In the Blackest Hour

pretender kings
in hollow realms,

sullen on iron thrones,

skeletal fish
in mercurial ponds,

eating their own tails,

fractured reflections
in shadowed mirrors,

eyes following with distorted grins,

salt stained pilgrims
passing bestial gods,

lapping blood in trenchers,

and I, what have I become?

What I have always been.


Celestials

We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials, 
Above such things bestial,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon 
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar, 
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials.....

Cow Lover

strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis

take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride

hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire

dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
© Autumn MMM  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A Cold Coming

If that strange patience could regenerate
In stark twilight, to an alien race,
What common Lord could the disloyal have?
No deadly forfeit, no dumb child-king,
No sudden chill of some sharp glory
Or the three-fold terror of love.

That deviant passion would fall hard
And cold, on a people
Like rain-beaten stones;
A son still-born to bestial kin
Who, too dead to demand a miracle,
Would not have it again.
© Bob Beaton  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Summer of Smoke

the scalding smoke smothers
raging wildfires burn with bestial fury toxic smoke saturates the Lower 48 smoky air sears through lethargic lungs
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purple dots proliferate on the map N95 masks stage a comeback The Big Apple suffocates in orange haze
the smothering sky smolders

Seduction of the Beast (Erica)

A sweetness
   pours out of her pores
that pulls my quill
from the ma cab,
teasing my senses,
causing my heart to beat again.

The radiance
   of her smile
claws at me
   driving my
       bestial heart
into a frenzy
    bringing back
my fight for control
              (of myself),
her slender curves
        bite into
the back of my neck
driving me to a madness
    that I barely
           have a hold on.

Gloomy Soldiers

Eyes like cynthia's brow
starin beyond the cloud
in a ruminative refine gaze
indelliblely staring skyward

the men of the shadow deviced it
like a rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
and cross the rubicon....

Man is now cruel..
Man is bestial and blustery
Man is now a canal beast..

O why ar you so cruel?
Even to the unguilty
Yes! He was not a hood
you take even the unguilty
when ravening like a wild beast...
For who to take next
In this gloomy world...
Form: Elegy

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