Short Cisterns Poems

Short Cisterns Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cisterns by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cisterns by length and keyword.


Premium Member Despair

collanades
   of clouds
    black
   broken 
   reeds,
exhausted
wells, 
       empty
        cisterns,
forbidden
fearful
failed
       forgetful
          undone-
unheard-
     infrequent
     inviolable
reminescent-
now
departed
Form: Verse


October Morn

Gilded streams tapestry weave
Frothy dew doth pageant aggrieve
Brimming bough wrapped in embroidered sleeve
Withering grass to the denuded soil doth cleave
Translucent sickles glimmer on each availing eve
Bristling ice pelets bleary-eyed cisterns do heave
Mercurial splendor doth summer's monotony relieve
Chilled masses do body's warm circulation deceive
Form: Rhyme

Food For My Heart

Your hidden precious smiles
that selectively rain on my face
as water from heavens above
as drips from underground cisterns 
the silver touch of your  fingers
that paint secrets sensitivities on me
the face full of pleasure-shines
are delicious food for my heart
and drink for my hungry spirit
these secrets I tell no living soul
or else someone works his way
through cracks and holes

Ward Trotter, International Poet

Trotter's words are his deeds
girding the Earth
in great magnetic lines
of universal intent.

In Ward's ritually upraised palm
we see the symbol Coriolis
south draining left
north draining right

Into the realm of Neptune
via the cisterns of Rome
down the ancient river Po
to wicked storms at sea

Into vortices the poet's passport
falls as a man overboard
all its pages torn
one by one.

Rural Glimmers

In the country, we do not have city shine,
we have luster, 
we have the glimmer of voles,
the fumes of turbid crawlers
under the slow burn of iridescent woods. 

We who night-watch
see from sunken waters,
gather light from luminous cisterns.
We understand black;
how it sheens the clapper claw.

On the pitch of the concealed
a country ken leads us to a quickened vision,
we see as a horse sees
fleeing from a fire breathing barn.


Premium Member Brother and Cistern

Jesus is our Brother
We are the broken cisterns
Jesus says “Come drink freely
From the Fountain Head” all listeners

Jesus is our Friend
Praises to Him sing 
Jesus is our Savior 
He’s our Prophet, Priest and King

He sees the seeing of all
He knows the knowing of all
He knows everything
So when you hear His call

Let’s glorify the Lord in all we say and do
Now change the "i" to an "o" 
And look away from sin to The Son 
And pray to the Tri-unity of the Three-in-One
Form: Rhyme

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