Short Caravan Poems
Short Caravan Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Caravan by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Caravan by length and keyword.
nomad’s caravan---
detours on an unknown place
taking new chances
Haiku On Probabilities
For Marvin Celestial's Contest
displaced stones
we do not know why
to make pyramids
kings should died
sandstorm starts
caravan on the road
taken from our hands
as well life as well property
Desperate people moving
Fleeing heartbreak and despair
Traveling towards the land of opportunity,
Seeking shelter from harsh rulers,
Seeking peace and a better life.
I have nothing left
eye see only right
nothing but fright
caravan of republicans
torches in the night
Liberty stolen
blinded
in flight
Caravan travelers would know
the desert is golden forever
a distant dirt devil was red
felt it was the gods anger
reached and rode away
bodies blood on sand
There once was a man from Japan,
Who lived in an old caravan.
When he took in a stray,
And another next day.
He soon had one other Toucan.
9/ 9/ 2018.
Little, lonely, ninety-year-old Grandnan,
From her rusty, cold, garden caravan,
sent grandchild a birthday cake!
Wishing after her he will not take,
Be lonely like Grandnan in Caravan!
Cottony vapour fluffs,
Caravan shape-shifting,
Can be stratus, nimbus,
cumulus or cirrus,
Cover the blue with white,
Cranky storms turn them black;
Chariot of the Lord.
Her fun house fingertips tracing dews drenched, fruitions lips...
Felicities ferris wheel; twined, their voluptuous femme fixations
Sixty-nine pink balloons eroticas poesy, carnival caravan of love.
Seems just like yesterday when all this began
From a wee one on a tricycle to today on a divan
Recalling those days
Of a long-ago place
When the world seemed simpler on life's caravan
Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo
gives an agonizing call.
*
Clouds will wait.
Till a caravan
of herons will sail.
*
The rains have
washed away all the malice,
all the soot.
Satish Verma
A melancholic longing for times gone
A resounding echo that is calling
A mirage of the desert
That eludes the riders of the caravan
And excites the loner like an oasis in wilderness
Time is resolutely in motion
In no captivity or subjugation
Let not the caravan of life halt
Love is a journey not a destination
Winner in Contest "Four, For, Fore" Light & Love
of Debbie Guzzi judged on 11/22/2012
The TIME
only the time
worn-tattered-photograph;
a portrait
directs the rushing caravan
through the foggy wind,
through the smog
the TIME
after all the residual
at the own womb
-July 26, 2019 Chattogram
At the desert junction
of hope and despair
We scanned the horizon
to seek passage there
Yet just when despair
loomed ahead in the sand
Emerged hope, our oasis
on a prayer's caravan
A caravan of pink and white vapor
Saunters northeasterly
Across a cerulean forever
Green boughs below
Bow as it passes
Lake sky mirrors
As July arrives
And June is set adrift
For another year
This entire afternoon
Interrupting is rude, son.
But Daddy….
Not one more word. Understand?
Stern look.
Child asks, “What if….”
I MEAN IT!
So five-year-old child sits politely beside window
Watching as hijackers steal their family’s blue Chrysler Caravan.
Moon
Remember the moon a little.
I parked my red caravan.
Like chaos but quiet breezes..
Melting flowing liquid,metal fluidity.
Steel mine.
And bad gases.
Mine of wealth.
It's good in its place,but could the moon be the reason for you?
World- the inn this is
I'm the gypsy
caravan of life comes
from unknown and
goes to unknown
in liquor drinking time
I've here; drunkard
numb body has no value
and become I the
configure of oblivion
-November 11, 2018 Chattogram
My boss is a caravan of scare
eyes have given it to me daily
He comes to office with smiles
packed in his austere brief case
and generosity in clenched fist
till late evening when he leaves
Way back he waves his smiles
to every pedestrian he sees
Caravan, caravan,
taking me where e're you can.
A place to rest, relaxing, fun,
whether in wind, storm, rain or sun.
To go any where we want to roam,
to take a break away from home.
Be it inland, town, woods or sea;
hills or vales, you'll shelter me.
Frozen tundra has a still water canal.
Parading on it today was the tiger caravan.
The birds were silent as they watched the procession.
Lesser tigers stood guard or in amazement.
Life as we knew it in the frozen north was over.
The tiger emperor had arrived.
Under the vanilla skies
The evening fell
Under it a caravan of thousand camels
On a lush mountainous desert
So narrow yet so vast
They marched on, their masters on their feet
On and on they moved watching over the horizons
Moving so slowly so eternally.
Looking at the sheep
but there was only one
saw a murder
but then they flew away
each lion makes me proud
prickled all the porcupines
in the caravan they all had humps
basking with a crocodile smile
and with zeal the zebras chuckle
at the parrots pandemonium
riding bicycles
along backwoods nature trails
in a caravan
down to the old cut grapevine
swinging the whole day away
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written August 6, 2022
Submitted to: “Childhood Nostalgia” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul