Short Cherub Poems
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Mali
Two yr. Old Mali
Puc’s little nymph
Cherub in pull-ups
Clumbing the hearts
of the trees around her.
7.11.17
angelic voices
chorale atop ocean waves
fluid harmony
(@Deb's Blog: Bless all here, everyday, every way)
Officers Toody and Muldoon
One a cherub; the other a goon
Where are you, O, number fifty-four car ~
Painting a rainbow, swinging on a star
Dilly O daffodil!
Day is sunny and bright.
Driven by zephyr winds.
Delight of fairy wings.
Dolorous on the dirt.
Dainty one lies below.
Drizzling on cherub cheeks.
Chubby cherub with a bow
Looks my way and spreads those wings
Seems to have his sights on me
Cupid,shoot 'em straight!
for "Winged Cupid" contest
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
Nonbeliever
by Michael R. Burch writing as Kim Cherub
She smiled a thin-lipped smile
(What do men know of love?)
then rolled her eyes toward heaven
(Or that Chauvinist above?).
It is love, love
The heart, the soul, the flesh
I am nothing but that light
Blushing cherub-pink against violet
That lush hue, that reflects my red sinew
Pouring soft blues over me like a baptism
To look
upon His face,
hold in my craving arms,
seek his divine grace and favor.
I'd spread my wings and sing a Cherub hymn.
The Seraphim angels' harps would
strum melodies paying
homage to our
God's son.
12/1/2019
Midnight glows from behind pearl- glazed pools,
darkness hides the delight of eyes wide open.
As time floats by in dream-like waves,
sunrise blooms with the wake of morn'.
Scented petals of nature's honey linger;
butterflies perform in perfect harmony.
Form:
This armed cherub
In diapers, with arrows
This winged archer
is set upon our meadows
Yet only time will tell
If he comes bearing,
God's greatest gift
Or leaves us smitten
and gawking at some girl...
A holy apparition
saintly and pure,
plays hide and seek,
in the Heavens above.
Innocence radiates
from this beautiful,
divine messenger.
Gloriously, shining,
gossamer wings;
an exquisite missionary.
Ethereal and righteous;
angelic proclaimer, -
the delightful cherub.
If at dawn,
in the first splash of infancy,
the cherub falls to the floor like a dead orchid, maternal
blood shall stain the symbol
of creation, a man
alone
without wisdom,
love,
or self-reflection,
is duly disunited from the root of truth,
“communication;”
the jewel
that brands us human.
Stone cherub in a garden
Precious guardian,
of the flowers
How I envy your position
and eternity of hours
To mingle with serenity
To represent such bliss
Oh! I would be a cherub
For the sum of all of this
Suzanne Delaney
1st. Place in Sandy Ivy D's
My Own Little Garden Contest.
a cherub fountain,
bold lips showing me
broad foam of white
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Contest - Strand Special 9
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
STORM OF PRAYERS
Air reeks of dragon’s esteem ‘longside cyclonic wings of courage.
Strobe light-shadow rivals ~ swords thunder, silver flashing, flooding clouds.
Regret of demons ~ cherub tear drops plummet to earth, heart-shaped.
7/16/2017
Broken Wing’s Contest
Form Used: Sijo
a phone call
a text
a stroke on my cheek
the way you weep
your sarcastic guile
a cheeky smile
you melt me
unambiguously lay my fear
at your feet
that hat tossed about
your head
your cherub nature
a tarnished sweetness
assails my heart
sorcery, magic, the dark; dark arts
whatever that is
is you
whatever will be
is you
My first-born miracle,
You blessed my youth
And forever, my heart
With your liquid brown gaze.
All the men in your life
Were caught in your baby grasp,
Helpless to resist your sweet,
Angelic smile
As you changed from a tempest
To an imp, to a cherub,
To a diva, and back again.
So quixotic,
So determined,
And so very loved.
concentric circles clouds
mushy mists growl
tainted tarred twain
epileptic ensconced spray
rustic rims raved
adapting aura's aid
mystic mood swung
lurching lousy lust
taming torpedic tongue
callous Cherub called
vile veins' gores
dripping damped draws
scrunched syllables smoothened
haggard hierarchy heightened.
19:11:14:11:30
Love has discovered a nest
tepid with vivid unrest -
Laid his arrows and his bow
and his halo of sacred glow.
The entry he forgot to close,
That heart was set loose -
In the world it would be lost
Without his newfound host:
Another sleeper that arouse
After an extensive repose:
Love, that cherub so fickle,
Used a white feather to tickle…
Form:
Dasher
cyber
cruiser
Dancer
fancy
footwork
Prancer
haughty
naughty
Vixen
magic
trickster
Comet
pleasure
streaker
Cupid
cheerful
cherub
Donner
raucous
rock star
Blitzen
bolt of
lightning
Rudolph
bulbous
red nose
Olive
other
excess
my seraph;
little cherub,
just born,
happy birthday!
congratulations
on first breath
of life;
that first cry...
oh, my!
so wondrous
to witness!
sleep on, peacefully.
oh, the pitter-patter
of...
such cute little feet!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date Written: 06/23/2020
How fair the cheeks
Of a tiny cherub angel
How serene her disposition
Secrets she dare not tell
How charming her innocence
To love unconditional
How inspiring her destiny
To serve God and impel
How glorious her voice in unison
Singing hymns or praises
How peaceful at prayer time
Knowing she's at my side
How worthy an advocate for peace
And heaven's pride
The fluidity of strings, the rain harp ~
tears of joy and sadness spill, from incense
prayers of cacophonous clouds, clapping loud.
Sweet cherub fingers plink, spot on and sharp.
Wings whisk away the doldrums, banish doubts.
Tenderly, the raindrop symphony, lifts
the spirits of the drenched fallen earthlings.
The lilting psalm of living water spouts.
6/14/2018
Naught to say I shan't disparage
A cherub in its stroller
Laugh at married horse-drawn carriage:
Denounce a Holy-Roller!
Point my fingers in their direction,
And have a hearty chuckle!
In Truth it is my own reflection-
One which leaves me puzzled...
No one should suffer ridicule,
By the words bled from my tongue...
But in the end, I am the Fool
Who should never make the fun!
In The Garden of War
Satan—
Disguised cherub
Stole into the garden
The hawk
Devoured the dove
Same wing—
Different feathers
Are we not
Just a variation
Same is the saying—
Early worms get caught
Least sleeping birds arise late
May tomorrow dawn
Resurrection of the doves
May the true cherubs
Arise and soar
May the wings of hawks
Become featherless.