Short Carouse Poems
Short Carouse Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Carouse by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Carouse by length and keyword.
Storms carouse
but I idle by.
Chase the rat?
But he's faster than I can fly.
Don't give in, pay the rent
for it all pans out in the end.
Form:
spring bamboo windchimes
carouse gently in the breeze
~ damselfly finds mate
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on March 27, 2021
Going stir-crazy, gotta get outta the house
Insane it is but better than letting the bugs carouse
Those nasty wee critters
A bad virus they deliver
At least we don't have to deal with snowplows
Words slip from your cracked lips unbound,
spilling over my chest without a sound.
My limps then writhe with a flair,
teeter-tottering, feet bare.
Do carouse me on this merry-go-round.
love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.
Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,
for sweet flesh yet untasted.
On frost chilled night twinkling stars wink through misty shrouds
as miniature monsters in drunken sugar trances carouse the twilight.
Good pious folk stay hidden with candy alms against the fright,
while the swollen Halloween moon whimsically grins down at such a sight.
10/08/15
Birds, up in the trees,
Chirping selves to please,
Flitting under eaves
Of the old gray house,
Cheer of you's like light
All a sudden bright.
Hearing gathers might
At Joy's carouse.
What does Winter say,
Snows now slunk away,
Sadness in dismay
At your quick hope?
Naught, for he was wrong
Stilling so your song,
Sitting icey long
Like an old grey pope.
Glad, be glad again!
Paint, be spread again!
Wrap the souls of men
Round the old gay house!
I tell you
it is rough being the poet
of petty bourgeois
middle class complaint.
Sensibilities based in
the ordinary.
Fetishes and obsessions
clinging to the prosaic
with no great success nor
abject failure.
Some practical good sense
always seemed to save me
and render life and poetry
to a solid B grade.
I need to drink and carouse,
do drugs and gamble my last dime,
and hang out meantime with the
wildest of wild women, but
I can't, so
I sit here waiting for
Gauguin
Forgive me
For I have sinned in my tenacity
to challenge you on the battlefield of morality.
Forgive me
For offending your duplicity
with my transparency.
Forgive me
While you carouse with your unquenchable lies For I have sinned in uttering such prayerful reprise.
Forgive me
“Great One”, clothed in your honorable disguise
For I have sinned to not fall prey to your beguiles.