Short Canter Poems
Short Canter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Canter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Canter by length and keyword.
Travelling to your country morning
wading through the mists
birds echoes rising
off canter horses
like tears striving
liberty in waves
cantering along the shore
free-rein no rider
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when each electron of space be the centre
wherefrom bliss playfully does so canter
from each pore we feel nectar enter
omnipresent is love’s epicentre
Demanding and Commanding
Once in our world did exist understanding;
Being replaced by controlling and demanding;
Canter of attention;
We must mention;
Maintaining a lead constantly commanding.
Jim Horn
quickly getting to the centre
fulcrum at which bliss throbs canter
smiling at erst stuporous gaffe
carefree to let out a loud laugh
life lived thus in carefree banter
04-October-2021
Ignorance is our only sin ~
To gain freedom, silence thought din
Go in, into the heart centre ~
Behold therein, bliss throbs canter
All that comes and goes, unreal ~
To know God, feel loves full appeal
28-April-2022
A Man Called Bo Canter
There once was a man who liked cans
He said, "See how they rust in the rain!"
It was rather lame--ounce,
But not very pronounce,
He just couldn't say no to the hands
7/22/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
body is an experience centre
lower mind acting as an interface
so we but watch thought forms as they canter
as clouds in the sky we need not efface
wafting as they wish at an easy pace
and as for our senses externalised
they are silenced that God be realised
In the gap of cessation
of polarity rotation
between waking & sleeping
we feel bliss seeping
no thoughts canter
as we shift to the heart centre
neither seeking nor resisting
thus without any doing
in stillness being
and so becoming
19-September-2020
In Scotland the reindeer arrived at a canter
And Rudolph gave Santa some humorous banter
His outfit was red
But sat on his head
A bright ginger wig and an old Tam O’ Shanter
25 November 2022
Contest: A Funny Christmas Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
too much or too little,
the storys abound ,
the rich n the poor,
on the merry-go-round,
happiness-health- give me more,
till i canter across the fatal shore,
poor as a church mouse this old hound,
forever for bloody sure:)
Don
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Daver Austin
Touch the soul, at our heart centre
Tip toe there in silence
Vibrant bliss throbs therein canter
Blessings of innocence
Oh hermit, celebrate
To the music, gyrate
Go in now; do not wait
To feel whole
Touch the soul
27-September-2021
Quietus
Love and light masked with light banter
With each out-breath we die
Who else knows how bliss beats canter
The way we wingless fly
With our will to God bent
Our transparent intent
Always grants love consent
We help when asked
Love and light masked
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name
soup..soup.. SOUP..
Yes Joe,
the soup can always bring a smile,
if computers slow just wait awhile,
a pretty train of thought by thee,
words do canter intellingently,
too bloody right!
that's it from me :)
Don Johnson 15-jan-12
You're my sweet inspiration
Let me see the light
I want to be born again
You taught me the steeps over
Let me return the favour
Grant me your smile
Make my spirit canter
I would have never missed you from the door
Let me be carried by the four winds
So you can make me whole again
A deconstruction of our form
Reveals magnetic field
Dual currents, both cold and warm
God’s light within concealed
Heart’s our true soul centre
Wherein bliss throbs canter
Door’s open, just enter
Simple deduction
A deconstruction
01-February-2022
Quietus
Oiled and polished tack
golden coat, white mane
16 hands of raw energy
freshly groomed
chomping at the bit
snorting in anticipation
snow falling lightly
reins firmly in hand
slow canter across
snow blanketed field
steam rising from
my powerful steed
hawks circle overhead
red fox watches
absolute peace
Bliss triangulation
Space between eyebrows,
chakra where bliss grows
of it’s own accord,
bowing to The Lord.
Heart’s the love centre,
where bliss beats canter
as soundless thunder,
beheld in wonder.
Fontanel’s bliss strobe,
sees ego disrobe,
as we so dissolve,
that soul may evolve.
02-August-2022
Wheels of Marbles
Your mind- a box,
box on wheels
of marbles
to gallop in
the world of
imagination.
You canter on
these imaginative
marbles like
hurting words
of your poems.
O’,cruel marbles
ride him to
the sanctum- woods
to see- how lorikeet waits
for her lory
to suck the nectar
from his beak !
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Among the seagrass, slow they canter
Darling steeds of the sea,
Days spent anchored to a frond
Or currents shape their destiny.
Gentle creatures, captivating
Hypnotic in their motion.
Seahorses, they hold us rapt
Little jewels, of the ocean.
Entry for
SEAHORSES - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
24/4/20158
One times a cuckoo nest equals a wooden frame. When one cartwheeling dust moth seeks to alight the flame. Several severed heads are dangling in the wind. Whilst the wheels of an anarchy spread corrosive and cohesive powers to right wrongs and to place several limbs in a tree is to insert multitude magnets. So canter then. Trot then. And mingled manger manicuring. Xxxxx Marlborough z
Form:
Hack or hack?
What’s the difference?
There is no difference,
So some people say.
They don’t know,
There is a difference.
Computer hack,
Or horse riding hack.
Computer hack,
Break into computers.
Steal or damage information,
Without owner’s knowledge.
Horse riding hack,
Ride horses around the roads.
Go for a canter in the fields,
Enjoy a change of scenery.
15/07/21
Rein Drops
The reindeer were pulling for Santa
They struggled to get past a canter
He said they were flying
Like ducks that were dying
But that was just lighthearted banter
But what Santa wasn’t to know
Was Rudolph was gasping to go
His guts started grumbling
Then, excrement tumbling
He pebble-dashed Ontario
1 December 2018
For Carolyn Devonshire’s
Christmas Limerick contest
ah yes the rabid lingo,
of our youth here with the Dingo,
and words we poked with laughter n desire,
just a bit of chook chasing,
set our hearts a little racing,
when the Bodgie got his Widgie,
and sparks brought on the fire,
nah me voice aint getting higher,
canter cross ol murrinbidgee,
and catch that little Widgee,
then you have your hearts desire:)
thank you Andrea Dietrich...
Don
Through the opened orifice
of humanities consciousness,
the whirling, whirring, rush of rain;
tumults round the asphalts plane.
Spritzing, spreading, shrieking, zing…
the staccato sounds of wet spring;
the tinkling chimes, the brass banter
the clop of clogs, children canter.
All the sizzle of an oiled pan.
All the sparkle of dew on land.
All pummeled, a peonies pain,
the soundless swirl petals, drain.