Short Bowers Poems
Short Bowers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bowers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bowers by length and keyword.
My heart finds it odd—
Clods nor pods get close to God,
Flowers from bowers!
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Senryu | 01.03.18 |
Categories:
bowers, flower, god,
Form:
Senryu
Big
Bluebells
BEAUTIFUL
Blossoms budding
Bloom
Bright
B E R Y L
Bells booming
Bare bowers burst
Bling
03/12/19
Categories:
bowers, beautiful, blue, flower,
Form:
Lanterne
She picked his poetic flowers
Her tender hope a crumbly seed
Each morn, in wait to taste his feed
She craved him till eve’s florid hours
In need to sate her stark bowers
Categories:
bowers, desire,
Form:
Quintilla
The whistle of the gentle breeze
Through bowers of graceful trees
Etch oak and birch and fir
Where lively creatures stir
Birds and will soon take flight
Enveloped in silent night
While quietude descends
And now my own sorrow ends.
Categories:
bowers, birth, celebration, joy,
Form:
Crystalline
Pizzoulini--
Unraveling dreams, she spreads her wings
Child of earth leaves her peaceful bowers
Hailed by the golden rays of sun
Kissed by the morning air
That scatters o'er her vestal robes
Rich tints of beauty rare.
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Categories:
bowers, earth, girl, love,
Form:
Free verse
Lullaby 2
wind voices speak wild words
above an eider down of dreams
and nighted owl sleeps close to the trunk
when November rends our sky
rain changes from her silks
and whitened raiment wears
as winter casts its nets of frost
across the naked bowers
Categories:
bowers, farewell, november, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
music in the trees
gossips teem in green bowers
marigolds abuzz
cracker butterflies
among burgundy roses
twittering away
hollyhocks abuzz
with news of the honeybee
such blues pinks and blacks
crickets go screaming
near the endless babbling brook
in the orange dusk
Categories:
bowers, animal, bird, butterfly, color, flower, insect, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Swoon now, enraptured Melancholy,
Betroth these heavy hours-
Wield thy sceptred dulcetude
O'er my soul's mist-sighing bowers!
For there yet weep unwearied ghosts,
And hungring hopes of weighted dream,
Of the unsolaced heart long shorn of dawn
That no yearning can e'er redeem...
Categories:
bowers, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Everyone wonders what is life all about
Well, it's a test will you pass it or not?
Every small action is tallied up in a Book of Hours
Will the total get you to hell's door or one of heaven's bowers
If one wonders what their final sum count might be
Looking back on their lives and it will be plain to see
Categories:
bowers, adventure, allegory, allusion, fantasy, heaven, philosophy,
Form:
Couplet
Towers of Bees
Over the city forest trees
Are hives of bees buzzing
In cubicle stacked towers with plastic flowers,
They labor for no honey, but money.
At an approximate five they fly
For they must eat and fill cool sheets,
To dream of bowers of sweet scented flowers,
When a cubicle is their own – their home
Categories:
bowers, imagery, life,
Form:
Alliteration
I persist in singing my unknown beguiling ballads
As the verdurous pasture slowly glides
Over the vernal bowers of wilderness!
Yearnings, sorrows and joyfulness
Prompt me to offer floral tributes
To this celebrated earth wherein
For a while I roam to glimpse its grandeur—
Its legacy and alliance with mankind!
Categories:
bowers, peace,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Frisky kitty is in fresh, velvety flowers,
Dancing all the honeyed bloom hours.
As song drifts from the secret bowers,
Lacy clouds waft and the sun smolders.
Kitty courses in color and sweet odors,
The spell of youth has strange powers,
In greener days that happiness towers,
Until sun grows mellower and mellower.
Categories:
bowers, cat, flower, fun, garden, happiness, sunshine, youth,
Form:
Monorhyme
Fairies that frolic among the flowers,
Spread happiness here among the bowers
Leaping through the petals,
Avoiding the nettles
I hear they live in grand golden towers.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written November 23, 2022
Submitted to "Children's Limericks" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Categories:
bowers, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
I am
positively
negative
that's why
friends
and family
get a
charge
out of me,
except on
rainy
days
when I'm
negatively
negative
that's
called
vitamin D
deficiency
induced
gloomy-ness.
How I long for the sun and the flowers;
where is the fun when the rain showers
its gloom on the bowers?
Categories:
bowers, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Goodness doesn't always inspire,
Or worth too much in the world's desire
Despite its benevolent attire.
Its value is stored as treasure,
Stacked up like gold per heaven's measure.
Goodness is for you to spend
On earth, like a gardener tends
Overflowing vines and flowers,
Depositing seed for God's eternal bowers.
Categories:
bowers, god,
Form:
Acrostic
And now I return to write another entry
in this long poem. Behold the biting bees
pollinating many trees and flowers
at all hours in their bowers,
for humankind's consumption.
Let us eat many sweets
with our loves so sweet.
My love is a grape,
so sweet and dark,
for she brings darkness upon my soul,
for she has left,yet she is as royal as Byzantine purple.
Categories:
bowers, animals, lost love, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A silver ghost on moonlit wings,
Flutters through night's velvet curtain.
Pale dancer in celestial rings,
Of earthly cares, she's now uncertain.
A living moonbeam, fragile, light,
Drawn to stars like distant flowers.
Navigating by lunar sight,
Through shadowed groves and midnight bowers.
In twilight's realm, she briefly gleams,
An ephemeral wisp of dreams.
Categories:
bowers, imagery, imagination, inspiration, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
In the chill of the morning
As a new day is dawning,
Rabbits emerge from burrows yawning
Fish in limpid pools spawning
Busy bumblebees from hives start swarming
Pretty flowers on bowers adorning
Noise from rustling trees informing
Creatures of the forest a warning
While birds in the air are reforming
Kittens and puppies are performing
As another day is aborning
Categories:
bowers, 10th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
"Not does the air stir quiet whimpers in the dark nor field, groves and the sweetest bowers can hold." Quote by poet
Quiet is the
cold night, deep soulful
voice, profound
sense of grief.
Not a breath of zephyr stirs,
just whimpers of pain.
3/30/2023
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest 1. Quiet
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
bowers, grief,
Form:
Shadorma
I was witness to poetry in motion
amidst all the world’s chaos and humdrum
As the sun lazily rose from its eastern bowers
this bare backed man presented quite a picture
He gracefully lowered his oar with a soft swish
moving slowly looking for fish
Rowed his makeshift boat on scooter tyres
the lone kayaker on lake waters.
for Backwards poem contest by Matt Caliri
Categories:
bowers, nostalgia
Form:
Rhyme
I see pretty flowers
in gardens and bowers
Vivid gold daffodils
line the banks of deep rills
Fledgling chicks spread their wings
listen as songbirds sings
Little lambs play in fields
I love all that spring yields
Theme 2 nature inspired
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
03/23/20
Categories:
bowers, animal, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Alexandrine
Monarchs are hatching and seeking flowers,
Their gossamer orange wings fluttering wildly
Then perching atop the pollinating towers.
Monarchs are hatching and seeking flowers
When it rains they look for sheltered bowers
Beauty in perpetual motion, to put it mildly,
Monarchs are hatching and seeking flowers
Their gossamer orange wings fluttering wildly.
Written October 14, 2021
Categories:
bowers, autumn, butterfly, nature,
Form:
Triolet
Memories are being snipped like flowers.
Putting together shades that scent like oil.
Melt almost like yolks pleading on towers.
The work depicts the many threads of hours.
The solder between brushstrokes and bowers
Fear behind the helmet till its touch spoil
Memories are being snipped like flowers.
Putting together shades that scent like oil.
Written: February 18, 2023
Categories:
bowers, allusion, appreciation, art, memory,
Form:
Triolet
The moonlit night
Bathes the earth with light
The twinkling stars
Sprinkle heavenly flowers.
The still, silvery water
Of the silent mere
With a garden of flowers
And myrtle bowers.
The breeze whistles,
The firefly glitters
Enticing the youth,
To revel in Nature’s Truth.
Aimless, theme-less whisper,
Engrossed in youth’s rapture,
With insatiable hug and kiss
O! O!! O!!! The Heavenly bliss!
Categories:
bowers, art, happiness, life, love, music,
Form:
I do not know?
I come from a place with Mahogany trees,
With bowers of fragrant flowers surrounded by bees,
I come from a land where within it- culture and language differ,
Still humanity and brotherhood is what we prefer.
I come from a place where the poor are fed,
A place where throughout the host's house the guests are led,
A place where love and humanity is filled,
Where towers of care, trust and hope in our hearts we do build.
Categories:
bowers, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme