Short Betide Poems
Short Betide Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Betide by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Betide by length and keyword.
Woe betide this waste of life
To whom the gods did give much strife
And now to end my life with much aharm
I drink this poison to join my loved one across the stars
My love im coming
Take my hand and never doubt,
Love will lead us in and out...
Take my hand and lead my heart
Let your bliss our souls impart...
Take my hand and be my bride,
Be with me when nights betide
Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!
Elixir of life
Paramount to living souls.
Sans it, endless strife.
The terra firma
A domain which teems with life.
Sans it, landbound die.
Air, the gentle breeze
A clot of gas we hold dear.
Sans it, woe betide.
Water, land, air
Gifts of god precious art they
Need them be destroyed?
The Ides of March, oh woe betide
Twas on this day that Caesar died
Stabbed by his double-dealing men
Remorselessly, time and again.
Twenty-three times the knives were thrust;
Take care therefore in whom ye trust.
09.04.2022
Bite Size Poem No.43 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
gather wares for market day
and cauldrons of the land
baneful stock for the boiling pot
before the evening’s end
tankards spill and taverns heave
upon these Beltane days
see magic folk and sorcerers
on an otherwise malaise
then pack the carts and disappear
before the robin sees
and woe betide the straddlers
caught there on Gallows’ Eve
POEM 15 WE ALL NEED GOD
WE ALL NEED GOD WORD TO
LIVES BY.
TO INPIRE US, GUIDE US, AND
GIVE US COURAGE.
WHEN TRIALS, OF LIFE BETIDE
US WE HAVE GOD'S WORD THAT
NEVER FAIL US.
OUR LIVES SHOULD ALWAYS BE
FILLED WITH WISDOM, WITH
UNDERSTANDING, WITH LOVE
AND HAPPINESS.
MR.PROF. JERRY WELLS
AUTHOR
Lips are meant to be kissed
but yours also must smile,
and when they part wide,
I will kiss you for awhile.
My lips drink on your lips,
my thirsty still didn’t end.
I trace with my fingertips
a treasure map to send:
more kisses before you ask
and tell me with a bow:
“Sir, this is your prime task:
start fulfilling it right now!”
Oh, woe betide! I will obey,
A thousand kisses, today.
Form:
Woe betide the lightning tree
the guardian of the sacred stone.
Devoid of life and leaf alike
as even the ivy creeps elsewhere.
Woe betide the lightning tree
the silent watcher of the north.
Mastered by the winds of change
and the scapegoat of the ruthless skies.
Woe betide the lightning tree
the keeper of the ancient grove.
Once a mighty bellowing giant
now fodder for the relentless fungi.
See circusy topic show start through an end
Flamboyances color by number with pen
Utensils swirl-shade as lead subjects decide
Outsparkle in arc-flash or well to subside
Resharpened perceptions concluding attend
Straight forwardly semblance curves back trope betide
Choice obvious reasons sound minded lines time
Due melioration emended pends then
Omega friends alpha preferences blend
Explosively visions seam clown shoes provide
I don't care what tomorrow may bring
It may be darkness, sunshine or rain
I know, I love you more than everything
And all of my worry is vain.
Though blizzards and arduousness may arise
Shadowing the brightness of our life
We'll never be frightened by the dark skies.
No matter what evils betide
Why should we care? Because tempest will blow
We'll freely go together through,
Holding you close by my side
Because you're forever mine...!!!
Form:
The cherub wrapped in rose - chaste chariot.
A sprightly chain stirs charismatic horse
Across the ages to answer one’s prayers.
A demon with a plot to spare one’s prayers.
Betide the lightning strike, toward chariot,
but for the heretofore of God’s blest horse.
Sole-kick displays golden crescent of horse.
Claptrap scream of demon without a prayer!
Away spurs the audacious chariot.
Behold chariot and horse - answered prayers!
2/19/2019
A Tritina For Messina
She sits upon a perch
A vision of green and yellow
And to look her you'd think
She is quiet, shy and mellow.
But woe betide you though
If you should sneeze or cough
If you play music she doesn't like
You've had it, shell be off.
She is a very pretty boy
And tells us every day
But we love her just same
Even when she has lots to say.
We love our little birdie
Sunshine is her name
And without her squawking
It wouldn't be the same.
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