Short Betoken Poems
Short Betoken Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Betoken by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Betoken by length and keyword.
Red roses wristlet
Orange roses boutonniere
As betoken of
The countryside espousal
Of two souls becoming one
3-11-2016
While walking barefoot
In the pellucid beach sand
Appeared in the mind
Glimpse of the kindred spirit
Betoken of destiny
3-1-2016
Crimson heart pendant
Betoken of a promise
Shattered in the floor
As swain boat sunked in the sea
Breaking ties of true love bond
4-5-2016
What a horrible ruin
Vows falsely spoken
Love's most terrible tune
Heart and vows broken
Vows broken too soon
Joy has escaped, stolen
A night's dark-dull moon
Love's most bitter token
Sad day, sad afternoon
Tears and blood betoken
Love, a scary baboon.
Sky POET
When it's me for you to get blind
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era
Inhuman
I saw one as to be dead
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!
Sophistication
Mad was I in order
To have a simple thought process
Shivery
Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with
Annoying?!
We see but a sliver
Of golden gleams,
We see but a sliver
Of prophetic dreams,
We see but a sliver
Of many terrific things,
We see but a sliver
Of his graceful wings;
For these heavenly things,
God asks eyes fully open
To see and then betoken
Others to see a sliver
More, of that golden river.
-See the dreams of demon's so easily as we lay unconscious. Pray you wake up before the nightmares begin.
large black
eyes
dreamy&
seductive
in potent simplicity
betoken
distraction
eyez
a poetry
ephemeral detail
obscure
yet
revealed
burning deep
a femme
fatale
of desire
in erotic
overtones
in an
eternal
instant
NOTE also see my ekphrasis on Berthe herself 'IMPRESSIONS thru the glass 'ceiling'
. for public domain
Set fire to our mothers' graves,
frenetic genetics is all the rave,
give "Yesterday" a parting wave,
reeling feelings now enslaved.
Exchange a useless past for "Now",
the Broken Tablets, the Golden Cow.
Feel the breeze, the chill, the bone,
bow to Nothing, burn the throne.
Low chants that leave no hollow echo,
betoken the trim of New Age deco.
Holding flames against the rain,
condemned to repeat, we start again.
. for public domain
Atlanta! Atlanta!
People laid out in the street,
dying, diseased, and broken,
poets in old Atlanta
found few words betoken
what none would read out loud.
Scattered in blood soaked streets,
torn body parts and brains,
human devastation,
none like nature's wrath rains,
what none should see unshroud.
Bodies hung in the streets,
smeared with mud and blood,
uncivilized civil war,
more grim than Billy Budd,
what none could sing too proud.