Short Commencing Poems
Short Commencing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Commencing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Commencing by length and keyword.
Lilac and rose view
DEATH of the day approaching....
Rock wake commencing
© Apr 27 2010
For Raul's "Vanilla Sky" contest
The influx of spring
growing seasons commencing...
For corn, wheat, pot holes
© Mar 13 2010 Charles Henderson
the wayside flowers I see when passing through
never fail to touch my soul
God's offering to me
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3/17/2015
Featured poem of the week commencing 12/11/2016
COMMENCING A SEQUENCE-:-
twofold
vision
begin
blossoming
permanently
& forever REGENERATING
convergence
regained
reconciled
accessible
reminders
at POINTS OF INTERSECTION
infinite
endless
reposted
surmounted
conclusions
In your footsteps,
Feet-bottoms cleated with thorns
Stirring emotions of pain
As they jab into the clouds' backs
Beneath the feet on your selfish body
Burning with pressurous threat
Commencing the clouds to cry tears that fall
Hence, soaking me wet.
Bliss bursts
forth in fullness,
felt as spasms of delight,
ever present humming current
commencing the flow of soma nectar,
transmuting us as living light,
here and now in this form;
floodgates open,
bliss bursts!
26-February-2022
A new poem -
Let me revel in its newness
As I beat the way.
Let me count its lines
And wish it well
As it streams across the continents
And into beating hearts.
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2/12/2015
Featured poem for the week
commencing 10/11/2015
Amazing this one number commencing A like of numbers.Trillions of numbers even all from one number.Only one number,it’s one and all others one’s members.Two is bigger than one number but in fact one plus one is two number.Numbers not end like a ring as numbers commencing from one number!
Life's random notes from a symphony
playing to nobody - nobody cares.
Like you, they will soon be washed away
on E minor chaos with conductor away.
8/31/2017
A 2nd place win in Brian Strand's
Early September Standard Contest.
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Featured poem in week
commencing 9/10/2017.
Dear dead properties, L-o-L
Now back to earth and for what it’s worth
A new year is a laudable blessing commencing rebirth
Advance in life and don’t come back, kidding
Just don’t retreat or look back
Sweet sixteen I’m glad you’re that
On your back, me support thou sat
Feliz cumpleaños, and good luck
Love, a hungry acquaintance
I met a man called Truth,
And truth was what he wanted,
But I gave none to him.
I met a man called Love,
And he called out for me,
But I, as always, failed.
I met a man called Drunk.
AT LAST!
We both had wine together.
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2/13/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 1/21/2018
Sailing on a boat
Embarks to a new harbor
Prompting to abscond
Departing from foregoing
Commencing a longish trek
3-4-2016
I will buy me a shiny car
Along the way, along the way...
I will buy many things.
I will love me a shiny ring
Along the way... along.
I will love me solitaire.
I will love me my memories
And sing and sing, but
To no one except me.
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3/4/2015
Featured poem for the week
commencing 7/17/2016
Light is fading
over the blackened bay
and Judy calls
without anything to say
I hear her voice
talking of prices
while the light fades
even more over the bay
Now bay is dark,
and Judy says goodbye
The telephone sits humbly,
waiting for tomorrow
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4/12/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/19/2017
some ice on the eaves
a reminder of winter
outside of its time
like the avant-garde artist
unable to raise desire
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4/27/15
Contest - Syllables of Wisdom 3
Sponsor - Silent One
3rd place win
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Featured poem of the week commencing 8/8/2021
There is a poignancy in boyhood...
The high voice, and ineptitude,
The yearning to be free of mother's strings;
The awkwardness of age fifteen, to wit
A boyish sullenness.
There are some things lost when manhood gained -
And mothers cry on thinking.
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3/10/2015
Featured poem of the week commencing 8/13/2017
Fog came early to Nebraska,
and slender churches became hidden.
Pastors came out of them with scarves,
their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens.
Cars moved slowly,
dipped beams constant; the radio turned on.
The fog came early - unawares.
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4/23/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/10/2019
aware in a bottle garden,
a pear tree
diminished...
saddened so
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2/17/2015
Contest - Strand Special 11
Sponsor - Brian Strand
2nd place win
Featured poem of the week commencing 8/16/2020.
Blissful blossoms blooming
Look LUSTFUL lovers
Listless lovers looming
Krazy killer kisses
Sweltering SUMMER season
Belly breathing blouses
Bayside BEACHES burning
Winter worries wane
Glorious gracious gains
HAPPY hungry hearts
Dwellings do not depart
Picture pretty parts
Take the time to talk
Let listening lead to laughter
Commencing comfortable communications
Hurry HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Blissful blossoms blooming
Look lustful lovers
Listless lovers looming
Krazy killer kisses
Swelter summer season
Belly breathing blouses
Bayside beaches burning
Winter worries wane
Glorious gracious gains
Happy hungry hearts
Dwellings do not depart
Picture pretty parts
Take the time to talk
Let listening lead to laughter
Commencing comfortable communication
HURRY HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
My vivier is rich in fish
and is at the bottom
of my garden.
I go down there to see the fish.
I go to see my bright goldfish
that swim inside the vivier.
You won't see them in the river
or in any old wild place.
I like to feed the goldfish
that swim in the vivier.
I love the fish in vivier.
Viv knows I do.
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1/26/2016
Featured poem of the week
commencing 6/23/2019
The yew trees
Were like staid old ladies in green skirts.
They lined the way to the church door.
Like the staid old ladies,
They did not bow when the fancy vicar
Walked the path, or asked him how he was.
Like the ladies they were proud,
And all brown leaves from fancy trees
Annoyed him, just like they.
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3/6/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 11/5/17
The lake was only small
But we boated.
Not far to go...
Back and forth
On the little lake
And watching the boat go.
Back and forth and go -
Using up the day
That won't return.
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2/15/2015
Contest - STRAND Choice 8
Sponsor - Brian Strand
2nd place win
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Featured poem for the week commencing 5/1/2016
Transitioning from our spiritual home
We resist our entry, fearing unknown
We’re swaddled and cleaned with scented foam
Our earthly friends say, “This now is your home.”
As infants we fuss commencing great cries
Loved ones comfort and dry our eyes
And when it’s time for transitions once more
We protest and struggle as we did once before
And although we protest and confidence lack
Our heavenly friends greet us with, “Welcome back.”
Here we are at fair again,
but today is bleak and windy.
Various signs do shake
and the toffee man is here.
Kids are having ice cream
and asking me for euros.
The neon lights do glare...
Should I order some fast food?
Now kids are on the fun slide
and the toffee man is smiling.
Toffee rhymes with coffee,
but I can't get in the mood.
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4/4/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 6/4/2017