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.
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!
lazy
lions
lie
in a
ludicrous
lair
&
laugh
their way
to the
banal
bestial
bank
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!
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...
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.
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.....
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
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.
the scalding smoke
smothers
raging wildfires burn with bestial fury
toxic smoke saturates the Lower 48
smoky air sears through lethargic lungs
AIR QUALITY ALERTS!
AQI 80>100>300>400+
Codes Orange>Red>Purple>Maroon
purple dots proliferate on the map
N95 masks stage a comeback
The Big Apple suffocates in orange haze
the smothering sky
smolders
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.
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...