Short Casus Poems
Short Casus Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Casus by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Casus by length and keyword.
The Watcher
(A lone voice whispers)
I live in The Great Casum
The in-between place
No one knows me as I watch you all race
Some of the blind call me god
Some don't
But you know
Good for them all
For I watch and wait
You'll soon know my name when you walk through my gate
Copyright John Duffy
Casum is the accusative singular of the Latin word casus, which means "a fall; falling down; accident, occurrence, chance event; end, termination; case"....
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Categories:
casus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
casus, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art, black-african
Form:
I do not know?
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
casus, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art, black-african
Form:
I do not know?
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front ? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
casus, art
Form:
I do not know?