Short Buffers Poems
Short Buffers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Buffers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Buffers by length and keyword.
on a narrow road,
pavements are gracious footnotes
welcoming vendors.
they're buffers from wailing horns,
kindly margins of comfort.
There was once a girl named Bree
Who shared her streaming account with Dee
But Dee told her Mom
Then her cousin and Tom
Now everything buffers eternally
It’s Lent once more
A time to cleanse the soul
Empty the trash
And let Christ keep us whole
Clear the spam
Empty the buffers of sin
Deny yourself
And let the lord back in
It’s Lent once more
Pray to your saviour for peace
Cleanse your soul
Then your penance can cease
Form:
yon brown covering
painted on the cold golden
grounds splashed in hue form
~
tangle tan, golden
browns domain winds now engulf
whispering gentle
~
silent screams buffers
embraced cold couples rap up
in hue form fidget
1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A tiny blossomed flower amidst a flat and barren ground
It shimmy’s in the wind with no buffers or surrounds
A mornings limber stretch to greet the sun-filled sky
Offering a gazing gift to any random passer by
If only to be remembered when it’s persistence is through
It’s life of simple pleasure bestowed solely upon you
We beheld sun, moon, stars, because,
The Almighty buffers, like sensuous raft.
Only passion ushers us to spring,
The Almighty knows...
Multitude from natures' course, plucked
Rearranged like climate change,
Enough is enough! Eons ago we were the world
Evergreen, replenishing earth.
Now as then, solidarity reigns supreme, still,
We're so clean, so heaven bound?
*
Routine always goes hard;
reality buffers,
May it go in any context..
everyone is hurt,
everyone suffers!
In all the time we get for us,
we tend to keep away from all the routine buzz!
Music, movies, sports, books or anything may give a jerk,
or mere talking to someone for the time may also at times work!
From all the reality and from every fact,
we always find a way to distract!
Straight forward basic life
complicated by living
Insignificant activities
essential essentials, essentially
I’ll live my way, I’ll die one day
Sanity is the crazy
restraining eccentricity
living in real time eyes
the buffers of real skies
the blinkered genius fries
Reigned creation, monotony motivation
Everyday resignation, imagination stifle
future dreams, behind the everyday
Shoot me -
use my rifle.
Eyes of mine look at you with sympathy
You are beautiful more and more
All my thoughts bring me to infinity
It’s not easy like on the war.
And forbearance of smile is glamorous,
But your love doesn’t light in eyes
And the buffers for dates are numerous,
But I wait it so, it’s not wise.
You are beautiful more than possible
Every hour as long as day
The Sun's shining, it is unsensible,
The Sun's smiling me anyway.
Gleaming gadgets galore...
Aquarius is speaking new lore.
Drive-thru getting longer
Hunger pains growing stronger
Pleasurable engagements and easing pain on fleek
Mindless stimuli and opioids we seek
Civil unrest amid quarantine
Masks coming off, no buffers between
Loud is getting louder
Apathy growing dour
Watermelons without seeds in abundance
DNA heisting and genetic gold cumbrance
My vision is crystal clear
2020: a year of fear
Your world is never bleak and drab
no fickle thoughts.
I heard you chastising,
chasing something within/without me.
I stood firm, not flat on my back
held up by your traction of sorts.
You hadn't fumble for a star leader -
I was never plunged to darkness,
never felt picked upon.
For the saucy moon you know, buffers me -
You'd seen me looking up, smiling.
The fluorescence of the moon as disco ball,
You saw me dancing to my own music.
*
Parachutes and pillboxes clamor,
such a colorful rumba of
mood elevators locked in time-
released buffers. They can't wait,
they can't wait for the future,
with stanisodium fluoride
and beta blockers, humming
walls of dazzle in high-def,
explosions and collisions in rich
clarity with those smug ties
and flirty personas. Clearly
those farmers didn't want
freedom enough if they weren't
happy being blown into
confetti in a grand unveiling
of just what globalism means.