Short Cachet Poems
Short Cachet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cachet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cachet by length and keyword.
My wife can three languages speak
Her Italian has a mystique
With English hooray
She has a cachet!
Though her Crochet texts mimic Greek
Categories:
cachet, humor, language,
Form:
Limerick
Categories:
cachet, age, life, longing, perspective, retirement, solitude, time,
Form:
Free verse
thematic
musicality,
undulating
harmony
of vocal lines
in
lavish mood:
a nascent
cachet
of
wit
& elegance,
spring
forth
in sophistication
to furnish
reputation
propelled
to the pinnacle
of
popular
preference
Categories:
cachet, poetry,
Form:
Verse
I like my orange juice with pulp
So every time I take a gulp
I swallow strands of fruity flesh,
Pretending that it’s just-squeezed fresh.
When all that pulp is strained away,
It loses some of its cachet.
What Nature’s chosen to produce,
In fruit, should show up in its juice!
Categories:
cachet, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
the stream meanders
its ribbon rippling under a tired sun
that time seems to have forgotten
yet the afternoon warmth
exudes its ambrosial cachet
in the most gracious of manners
meanwhile a september breeze
gently rustles playful leaves
that have begun to turn
and autumn most willingly
parades in robes of elegance
with multicoloured jewels
Categories:
cachet, autumn, beauty, color, nature, november, tree,
Form:
Free verse
It was spirit of the time.
The lethal trade of-
missiles, someone was sending free.
You collect the cachet
of bleak weather. The
roses were in bloom.
Trying to conceive the
buttercups in the blue-
frame of melancholia.
I err, and find myself
in sleep after the contact.
A genetic gratitude overwhelms.
You catch the stings
blindly. The other sin will
take care of itself in blood.
Satish Verma
Categories:
cachet, arabic, art,
Form:
ABC
At this tender age I can see a picture perfect future
That shines like diamonds I only see in picture
I can visualize that path to stardom
But I fear I might leave my own home
A thousand mile is really far away
But I’ll pursue my dream anyway
Nothing and nobody could stop me
Cause I am now what I want to be.
A thousand bucks is a lot of cash
Don’t you think I deserve a sash?
I think I gotta give up crochet
For it’s time to make my very own cachet.
Categories:
cachet, love, on writing and words, passion,
Form:
I do not know?