Short Bloodlines Poems

Short Bloodlines Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bloodlines by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bloodlines by length and keyword.


The Heirs of Love

Tension in the air
Voices shall declare
Love does need despair
Bloodlines lead us there
Exchange this torch beware
We are the heirs of love


Genius?

Genius?

Albert Einstein
Consummated bloodlines
Did brilliance shine on his lovin’?
His second wife was twice his cousin.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010

Poetic form: Clerihew
Form: Clerihew

Bloodlines of the Wicked

Bloodlines of the Wicked
Beyond the Mind
New life found
Wistful earnestness
Glory unfound
Denied birth station
Duty bound
Assimilation impossible
Exist underground
Triumph inevitable
No blood around
Lonesome victory
Form:

Epic: Twained This Battle

Obsolescent parasites; gathering as dae's whirlwind swirling about: kyklos...
His child's decaying flesh: Insecticide's, repelling incubus bloodlines ? Fa chancre
Paris green tremulous their queue; lassa fever scarab's, 'croix de guerre schizein phren.
Form:

Premium Member Which Horse Are You

Which Horse Are You (Double Haiku) Miracle Man 10/6/2024 The words won’t and can’t horses with unlike bloodlines, but both still horses. One horse thinks it can't The other is proud and Won’t. Both are pedigreed.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Bloodlines

Bloodlines

I saw her in a shadowed room,
She clicks dead people there!
In tempo to Matilda’s waltz,
She pulls them from the air.

She calls to those who tie by blood
While humming, reading sign.
She browses more for common bond
And what she can divine…
Form: Rhyme

Bloodlines

a line   a familiar voice   so much to remember
so much unknown   bloodlines   relatives and I
share   familiar words sound good   connections
talk of weather is the easiest   it’s colder there
aunt’s son takes care of her   he passes her the phone
she says life has always been harder since she left the farm
we’ve already lived our lives   each of us lives another
Form: Verse

Premium Member Divinity

Obedience is a spell.
But some bloodlines 
carry thunder in their sleep.
They will call it rebellion.
But it is remembering -
the heartbeat beneath the ruin,
the fire before the name,
before the world was trained
to forget its own divinity.
Before the myths bent truth into control -
there were those
who shaped stars with their breath
and did not ask permission.

Mechanical Imaginations

Mechanical Imaginations

you say, time travel, as if
we could somehow bend

all that was or ever will be -
mechanical imaginations

perhaps crying crystals 
or lit aligning alchemy...

though whichever way we
would come at such ideas

we're clueless whenever it 
pertains to warping waves

besides we'd be tampering 
with nature and bloodlines 

not to mention how our big
egos fancy us gods already 
jkb
1-4-16
Form:

A Place Called Choice

quinzaines

Saul was dazed by his bloodlines.
Was his fervor wrong -
a disguise?

He blacklisted believers.
What was his motive?
Whence his steel?

God’s great Light transformed Saul’s mind.
What passion stirred Saul’s
blinded eyes?

He came to a place called Choice.
Is this Jesus right?
Is He real?

Praise God for His faithful ones.
Who blazed your thinking
past the lies?

Thank God for servant voices.
Who blessed your path with
godly zeal?
Form: Verse

Premium Member Lupine

“The wolf loves only once, for life; never crossing bloodlines, never betraying. If its mate dies, it chooses solitude over replacement” from University of Life Tribute

Loyalty he bestowed on the one he would defend
Until the day his dear mate 
Passed tragically away.
Inconsolably, he mourned where her lifeless body lay.
Numb now, he has gone out on his own,
Ever more to be again . . . alone.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Death is Free

Death is Free

Higher
Soars the eagle.
Heaven is infinite.
Death comes searching for my spirit.
Chaos!

Water.
My tongue blisters.
Liquid to quench my soul,
But death rains down on my shadow.
Faster!

Ants crawl,
Carrying food.
Their lives short, yet they store.
I would stay young, but death has come.
Be quick!

Hard life.
Freedom from pain.
The universe gives breath,
And death is free for the living.
Bloodlines!
Form: Cinquain

Clannish Hyperbole

Hand-me-down myths,
  like ancient monoliths,
    clan's fondest memories
      by nostalgia embellished;

larger-than-life sagas,
  truer-than-truth legends,
    hyperbolic narrations
      of happy exaggerations;

that's ancestral history,
  coloring one's genealogy,
    seeping, coursing down
      bloodlines, tribal milestones,


its gravitational whirl stirs
  generations'  imagination,
      east, west, north, south
         through word of mouth!

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