Short Christen Poems
Short Christen Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Christen by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Christen by length and keyword.
golden winged seer christen love
turtle doves crave gilding speer
searing tip unleash caged heat
melting bleating hearts
By the bedside standing, half forgotten,
familiar shapes to soothe the eye.
Images to christen every morning,
a picture to watch me as sleeping I lie.
Wyatt's alexandrine combined a rhyming fourteen
To introduce a novel verse,to the poetry scene;
For we poets he bequeathed this literary treasure
In couplet of iambs,some christen a 'poulter's measure'.
Worldly Prison
While on earth are in a worldly prison;
Jesus back to heaven He has arisen;
Each door there for us was opened wide
So we could very easily go inside;
Our church priest want to christen.
Jim Horn
we click our heels but wonder still
through the fields of chance
taste the spirit of gospel red roses
and I christen thee in the name of glory still
when I ask the sky to take her place
above these mountains still
My soul ancient,
but my spirit new
The past a contrivance,
the future untrue
My thoughts reborn,
all feelings renamed
To christen this moment,
—its present reclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
You can only change
what is
with what isn’t
Where you Christen
this moment
by choice
You can only bless
tomorrow
through memory
Where you choose
to be free
— and rejoice
(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)
The pen became my instrument
the words became my notes
The stanzas burn like songs on fire
new voices scream with hope
The ink runs free and heavy
the score in black and white
The music coursing through my soul
—to christen love’s delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Ghosts shadow houses working for a second glance staring at the corner of moonlight
creeping fog fervent chasms christen calls lifting hearts from fluttered chests descend the
stairs in panic a smoky season plumes doors slam voices with windows moan pallid
reeking lace laments light forms behind you
Mother Nature wears a cement mask,
One we have fastened tight. . .
With buildings as screws in her soft skin of soil;
With pavement an agent her surface to spoil;
With sewers as needles her veins to foil;
Mother Nature wears a cement mask,
One we have fastened tight. . .
. . .and her covered beauty shall christen the earth's blight . . .
To whom can i describe her when smiling?
With northern eyes of ice blue that glisten,
Her hair aflame against the wind beguiling
Incantation from an angel, who listen,
Endowed with contours of feminine styling
In ancient times Venus she would be christen.
Oh the love of my youth i will cherish
Memories i keep will never perish.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Who am I?
I am….
Creatively crafted canvas of creation.
Honorable handsome holistic human harmony
Real resilience
Independent intellectual individual
Successfully self-sufficient spirit striving strongly
Telling my truth throughout time
Efficiently and Effectively
Never losing focus
Lost inside passion
with burning desire
Vision refocused
in tunnels of fire
Screams of delirium
christen the night
Darkness a metaphor
tainted delight
One then another
the virgins do fall
Lascivious demons
unleashed in the hall
Till daybreak approaches
new light on the way
The beast back in harness
—this evening to stray
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Spring says "I love you"
she's waiting again
to christen each morning
to let life begin
She's dressed in white linen
with cranberry stripes
a bonnet all brimming
with strawberries ripe
kiss her and send her
outside to play
you can't keep her home
she must go on her way
she doesn't belong
to me or to you
she 'll grow into Summer
before June is through
Form:
We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen,
transforming within form each and every cell,
which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten,
synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well,
that thus gentling attention, as we listen,
we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell.
In time form becomes a flame that has no name;
tempest of bliss magnetism, we cannot tame.
Good poets are born, not fashioned.
The masters of sterility
write verses in prose and christen
them in the name of Poetry.
Meters are measured arrangements,
rhyme is correspondence of sound;
But devoid of inspiration
results, if ever, rarely found.
A poem must be a poets breath:
On inhalation he creates,
the exhalation, he narrates.
Breathing life into words once dead.
Drained fingers jot sweet memory
calling Pam’s name in every bloom,
as laced nights recall the glory
of fondness born from love’s heirloom...
Time pauses… her Glow swirls on trees
where romps christen fire tasting life..
And though wonder darts to appease
pale the ticks, yearning for dear wife.
Laura Loo's Contest:Second Place Only Contest III
Submitted 2/5/2016 Judged 2/6/2016
For the 'LOST' Theme Contest
I'M ALIVE I'M A TREE, My CHRISTEN Name is JAMES LEE
I am just a tree
Planted on this here earth YOU see
Birth I walked through the birth-canal
From heavens place
Spirit-soul came first into this space
I’m alive, so I thrive
I’m alive, within and outside
A child of my God, complacent in stride
I’m alive in Jesus Name
I’m alive and my Christian name,
is James
9/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A beauty, she stands by the fireplace.
An hourglass shape encased in cedar
and mahogany Spanish taste
and I love her dearly.
Three decades of teary play on
strings that sting the skin and
burn yet still, I yearn for the taste of
melodious bass and treble chase.
Golden her face.
Her tone consoling, my soul performing
her inner grace, laid bare for all who will listen.
Placed or misplaced, in earnest
I christen her tone in song.
Wyatt's alexandrine combined a rhyming fourteen
To introduce a novel verse,to the poetry scene;
For we poets he bequeathed this literary treasure
In couplet of iambs,some christen a 'poulter's measure'.
Note:Thomas Wyatt(1503-42) used over 70 different stanza forms,but now is best known for this poulter's measure form(couplets of 12 syllables,alternatingwith 14,often used for serious statements or for burlesque.
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Wyatt's alexandrine combined a rhyming fourteen
To introduce a novel verse,to the poetry scene;
For we poets he bequeathed this literary treasure
In couplet of iambs,some christen a 'poulter's measure'.
Note:Thomas Wyatt(1503-42) used over 70 different stanza forms,but now is best known for
this poulter's measure form(couplets of 12 syllables,alternating with 14,often used for serious
statements or for burlesque.
I label this quatrain version a 'wyatt'