Short Bestirred Poems
Short Bestirred Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bestirred by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bestirred by length and keyword.
He Came And Not Still
Breeze bestirred, died down,
Not even a stray leaf stirred,
He came to my town
And left like migrating bird,
Leaving me parched, my eyes blurred.
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Gulzaar | 16.03.2023 | Tanka
Poet’s note: This is translation of lyricist Gulzar’s short shyries.
Hawa guzar gayi patte the kuchh hile bhi nahi,
wo mere shahar me aaye bhi aur mile bhi nahi....
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Categories:
bestirred, angst, love,
Form:
Tanka
From tether strolls my ease
Sets in when the eve,
Come rushing old memories
With stuff that would grieve
Along with eve’s bestirred breeze,
From tether strolls my mind’s ease.
O thou evening breeze,
What if ye come all alone
Without memories,
To let me linger till dawn
When troubling dreams too get gone.
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Tanka |04.04.2024| evening, memories, dreams
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Categories:
bestirred, dream, eve, memory,
Form:
Tanka
The Seasons When Change
Autumn much gentler
When ends, ends biting winter,
And comes when the spring,
Warm weather along to bring,
How do waters know to stir?
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Tanka |28.05.2021|
Poet’s notes: A picture of snow-capped mountain peaks, below which a green thicket and a meadow, and at the bottom flows bestirred waters now that winter is over and spring is on the way. And this question arises in my mind in the form of this Tanka....
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Categories:
bestirred, autumn, change, seasons, spring,
Form:
Tanka
Pencil Musings
That soft graphite core
Clasped in fragrant cedar wood :
Pencil – nothing more,
Notions now bestirred,
Flow softly on the paper,
Gently ease the words.
My poetic muse,
Soft and black from Borrowdale,
Dark as Sunday shoes,
Guide my hand to write -
Black hieroglyphs, clear, concise
Creep across the white.
My favoured stylus
Breach the chasm of my words
And inspire me thus.
Familiar feeling –
Poised comfortably in my hand,
My artistic friend....
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Categories:
bestirred, writing,
Form:
Haiku
Where Would Footprints Go
From cuckoo’s calls where’d her echo?
Far from its coast where’d the sea go?
Space-bestirred, time’s sucked by black hole.
Where would the vicissitudes go?
If breath ceases, word’s once spoken,
How far the vibrations would go?
Failing to fetch world's whimsy eyes,
To dust would a poet's words go?
His pen’s body bytes getting blurred,
Where would in time the footprints go?
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Ghazal |06.08.2020|
Topic: bird, sea, poet, pen, time...
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Categories:
bestirred, poetry, sea, words,
Form:
Ghazal
The Awakening
THE AWAKENING
It was midnight that I laid still
and breath had filtered down
An open book - a nagging fly
will wait for me until
bestirred at morning’s knock
when stoves excite a brew
and housewives stir a door
toward sunrise bursting through -
to heaven like a broom
sweeping eyelids like a fan
and chattel and dust balls
like billiards across the room -
that wake the inner chambers
of my brain i separate stalls
that conjure up my daily tasks
within these slumbered walls...
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Categories:
bestirred, good morning,
Form:
Carpe Diem