Short Bestride Poems
Short Bestride Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bestride by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bestride by length and keyword.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who is defined by
clock and compass.
He who embraces spontaneity
and keeps a happy heart
will garner more good will
than over-planning ever could provide.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who is defined by
clock and compass.
He who embraces spontaneity
and keeps a happy heart
will garner more good will
than over-planning ever could provide.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who is confined
by clock and compass.
He who treasures earthly pleasures
worldly-wide has a better measure of his soul
than time or tide could e'er provide.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who leads a life confined
by clock and compass.
He who treasures earthly pleasures
worldly-wide has a better measure of his soul
than time or tide could e'er provide.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who leads a life confined
by clock and compass.
He who treasures earthly pleasures
worldly-wide has a better measure of his soul
than time or tide could e'er provide.
The ties of time and tide bestride
the man who is confined
by clock and compass.
He who treasures earthly pleasures
worldly-wide has a better measure of his soul
than time or tide could e'er provide.
My girlfriend climbs on one knee and en-
jambs me; ecstasy. Her elation
is so, so delicious;
so very capricious;
poetic female domination.
*Enjambement is French: straddle, bestride. It's also a poetry term.
Don’t dare be A Gold Digger,
Who pays like A
Never one's treasures near
While permitting no fear.
Never either bestride a farm
That didn’t weary your arm
Nor try to closer go
To any of its inviting row,
For one should not at all experience charm
Of what didn’t occasion one harm:
To never dare reap
What didn’t for you grow
Not amass in a heap
What another did sow
Many a gold digger has ended like a fowl
And very few felt they should wear a scowl.
Just don't ask me to care that cupboards long bare
Shipped out with the fair
Bestride the snake oil salesmen fortune tellers
and tears of the clown
But if it weren't for the circus where would people spend their wage money
On that which alleviates the pain refrains us from saying
Those 3 prophetic words
I am sorry
I love you and I will forever care a long as I can draw air
For if the grass is truly greener on the other side
Would you still be here talking to me now