Short Chalet Poems
Short Chalet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Chalet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Chalet by length and keyword.
Slippery hills in this snowy week
Knees bent; more speed needs a tweak.
I’ll snowplow, turn skis stop in stance
In and out like an ice-ballet dance,
No turning back on a bunny slope!
Gripping tightly up-hill to the tow rope.
I'll always hold this dream with you
A chalet by a lake, us two
A long time spent exploring France
From minute one it's all romance
Will it happen? I don't know
But if it does then off we'll go
I'm saving up to pay the way
So I'll be ready for that day
I’d love to sit on a big leather chair,
And smoke a fat Cuban cigar.
And own a Monet,
And a little chalet,
And drive a red hot Jaguar.
But, alas, here I sit on an old wooden bench,
Sucking a ciggy filled with tar.
And my art's on a doormat,
In a cheap council flat,
And I drive an old rusted car.
Sing for me bluebird
I love your voice
I love you too
And I so rejoice
In thinking one day
You will take me away
On your wings I will ride
To our Annecy chalet
Play for me troubador
Skillfully on the strings
New melodies each morning
Never knowing what love brings
Dreaming of the one day
When we can fly away
Together hand in hand
To our Annecy chalet
Hip hip hooray, I’m on my holiday;
at our beach chalet; it’s called Castaway!
It is here I stay with my best friend Faye;
on soft sand we lay, I could tan all day!
Boats bob and sway, we watch them sail away
I get soaked from sea spray down at the bay!
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A wooden porch looks old like Grammy’s chair
That rocks us of fables, miming her voice;
While a neighbor spoofs wolf legends, beware!
Under the moonlight dim, sweet hours rejoice.
How evening’s ray now settles on the ground
While urban traffic booms, only to impose
On our chalet shading youth’s prints around;
A moment when life blossomed like a rose.
Enchanted House for Nayda Ivette Negron
and Brian's Select 8
Anyone might have
what you need if she's
choice in your eye.
She can be big or small
provided she has
the substance and form
that appeal to you
in your mountain chalet.
You’re happy although
no one knows why
but you’re willing to pay
a price that once meant
payments for life.
You'd take a vow that
once meant forever.
Now if it doesn't work,
you can take a mulligan
and look for another.
Donal Mahoney
It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet
Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore
Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps
But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care
The handsome miracle singer,
Touching our lives with friendship and romance,
Serenading us with his songs,
Enrapturing us with his romantic ways,
God's miracle with excellence,
The fresh crisp snow falls gently,
In a foreign country Austria
He skiis with friends along the mountain,
They reach the exquisite Chalet,
Where they retreat for a delicious dinner,
An evening of song with the miracle singer.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
He carries the love of the generations,
A performer accomplishes that,
Chosen by God to sing beautiful songs,
A minister of song,
I love the hikes and mountain trails,
Picnics on the mountainside,
You love his manner with humans,
What a miracle and blessing from God,
He is a minstrel of the Lord,
Christmas reverent and holy,
Blessed by the pines and spruces,
The chalet warm and welcoming when the day is complete,
Author; Gwen von Erlach Schutz
I love you little Bluebird
Incredible you are
I hope someday to marry you
I'll wish upon that star
Down on one knee I'll ask you
If you would take my hand
And turn that ring of promise
Into a wedding band
We'll walk the aisle, no drama
Cowboy boots you'll wear
And I will be in denim jeans
And I'll still have long hair
And then it's off to Paris!
A chalet at Lake Annecy
To live the dream that I first had
Of France with you and me
The handsome performer on the wooden sled,
Would feed the beautiful reindeer,
This reminded you of Christmas,
The loveliest time of the year,
Where Santa and his reindeer,
Would appear and bless humanity
Regal and unassuming,
Simply a blessing to mankind,
There was a rustic chalet nearby,
Where they would meet and dine,
Friends and relatives would come,
Songs and music would bless their evening,
With a love of God and the mountains.
Author; Gwen von Erlach Schutz