Short Candour Poems
Short Candour Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Candour by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Candour by length and keyword.
I faked my smile,
It was left unheeded.
When I cried for real,
It was marked fake shred.
They said he was lost,
They said he was hurt.
Only I knew the candour,
He was a forger.
No one image, as quick
Has so enthused
This smiley facial light
To be diffused.
Candour unto sweet candour.
Trust's most harmless.
Soul, how it speaks to you
In like-pureness?
tedium
overspills
cloaks
the passive,
subsumes &
drains
candour
waylays
credo,
suppresses
the vibrant,
the ardent
wihin..
.. dies..
longings
& desires
can
become
aspirations,
personal
rivulets
to
finesse
the
intimate
in
gentility:
envisaged
with
candour
upon
the
landcape
of
revelations..
...made...
...aloud
I want to be wrapped in nature's hue,
Lost in its splendour,
Embraced by its candour,
I'm feeling blue,
I'm being misconstrued,
My world is latent to them,
They can't come into my realm,
I'm ascending the pinnacle,
I'm chauffeured to the miracle.
I'll smash through every obstacle.
February 28, 2023.
Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
disengenuous
yet effective
for
self-esteem
the
merit
of beig erudie
at the outset
with candour
to
the fore
to
bloom
with generosity
inured
from
strife
without
aspiring
to be
proud
or
shunned for
sly deeds
and
wiles
of
the
wise
P unchbowl of literature
O ffering gifts of
E loquence and rhetoric
T his emancipation of candour
R evitalized in common goals when
Y ielding seeds of open-mindness
S pecifications spontaneously unshackled
O pression outlawed; this is indeed the
U nreservenly unremittingly
P alace of purposefulness!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Time for timely metaphors
Take things easy with candour
Space for spicy endeavours
Live love's lively metaphor
Be the blessing that now frees
Pleasant loving ecstasy
Flood the zesty melody
Nice and breezy harmony
Do your own thing happily
Let cheer now swing sensuously
Leon Enriquez
18 October 2014
Singapore
Poetry soup
Offering gifts of
Eloquence and rhetoric
This emancipation of candour
Revitalized in common goals when
Yielding seeds of open-mindfulness
Specifications spontaneously unshackled
Oppression outlawed; this is indeed the
Unreservedly unremittingly
Punchbowl of purposefulness and literature.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Time for timely metaphors
Take things easy with candour
Space for spicy endeavours
Live love's lively metaphor
Be the blessing that now frees
Pleasant loving ecstasy
Flood the zesty melody
Nice and breezy harmony
Do your own thing happily
Let cheer now swing sensuously
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
The lighthouse blinks with candour
Invites the close of the day
The merging with the shore of creation
The night at the end of the bay
The darkening pools in the moonlight
The caverns that call below
The waves that seem all-knowing
The phosphorescent glow
Down beneath the ocean
A chasm awaits me now
The answer to the question
Where will my spirit go?
It's better that you bite your lip,
Than to speak with words that slander.
They could defame someones good name,
So, choose all your words with candour.
Where loose tongues quickly let words slip,
Let time itself give you more scouth.
Such prudence will not go amiss,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
Scouth. Opportunity.
8 / 28 / 2019.
The mind cannot grasp its beauty's
even though it count the colour's
just like rainbows _ pretty's
the heart accepts its glamour's
your heart accepts its glamour's
till the sky falls from the heavens
a conundrum so candour
with tears from the eyes of a raven
adding radiance to life's breath
saying goodbye to hurt and lust
love that is stronger than death
calls us back _ when we're lost.
Naked Truth
N~ascent truth resides at the heart of wisdom thus
A~story conjects still naked waits for refutation
T~he emperor’s clothes devoid of the latest chique
I~ntimately risqué when average normality beckons
V~ie for veracity rescued from the scrap heaps of time
I~n candour modesty disentangles sexy sound bites
T~o be naked or not for whom where how and when
Y-aup those who lie in winning words instead of reason
11th November 2016
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts
As I wander in many spheres,
Feel being lost can make me see;
Feel new wonder in strange fears,
Feel surge of cause that sets me free.
As I ponder so many things,
Feel inner swirl of hopes and dreams;
Feel strange candour that ever flings,
Feel how mind twirls in hurling streams.
As I mellow with thoughts that sum,
Feel a deep need for precious flow;
Feel deep hollow as mood swings come,
Feel how joy feeds a poignant show.
Leon Enriquez
16 April 2017
Singapore
& the drummers are out
yes! out with their naked feet
aging feet full of shiny beads
with arms bangled to the hearts
of the ancient drums
their dexterous fingers dance
along, beating the drums with candour
it is like the die is cast
& the maidens are out at last
their soft feet stretching the throats
out of our ready drummers
their soft voices stretching the hearts
out of my ready hunters
& then young applause jumps to the sky
ah, who saw the maidens a-gone
with my hunters & their drummers?
Form:
Hard edged (unreality) you face away from my immediacy (candour eschewing) inimically you parody, offering as nice the complexity of ''vice''exploiting even nature
(as voyeur and narrator) your intention anethema to the nations,
as you coerce ''your creation'' encouraging over consumption,
with a hard nosed gumption, yet my God who is greater
is no longer willing to be a waiter!sickle in hand he is walking his land,
with the sun as his shadow is this (One)
to be Hallowed..!