Short Commingle Poems

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


Premium Member Joy and Glee

Frosty air tingles
 Sleigh bells jingle
 Gleeful hearts 
 -- and song --
    commingle
       
    Here comes 
    Kris Kringle!
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member Zen mode

quiescent heart and vibrant spirit 
enlivened by bliss beats commingle
manifests within delightful surprises 
ushered when pheromones mingle
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Zen mode

both heated palms and vibrant soles of feet
commingle ushering heightened delight
borne by divine sublime magnetic heat
revealing light of Self, soft white and bright,
assuring us that we will be alright.
Enlivened spine and chakras join the show,
as soma nectar within starts to flow.

Combinations

There is a combination for everything
the way I wear my hair
and you yours
my squint
and your wide-open stare.
The combinatiion
of words put to paper,
the combination
of words that never appear.

The Universe
combines us,
and we commingle with the stars----
the way a comet passes its years
out there,
the way we pass ours
here.

Hypertension

The sky looks so much bluer
And the grass a deeper green
the trees are stronger, taller  
As I think I’ve ever seen

The sunshine brighter
Clouds are whiter 
Every step I take is lighter
All around is suddenly alive in every way

Am I high
About to die
Should I scream, or laugh, or cry

And why does my skin tingle
All my senses now commingle

It must be love.


The Garden Path

How do you balance
the kind and the cruel

The good and the bad
of life’s golden rule

As reason pulls tightly,
treason pulls back

Living in conflict,
together intact

Tragic, comedic,
while often as both

 Angels and Demons
commingle betrothed

A savior, destroyer,
calling our name

A garden of riches
—caught in the flames

(Haverford College: February, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

Ripples

We enter
this realm,
like a pebble 
into a
pond.
Immediately 
we leave 
ripples.
As we 
move along,
the ripples
grow
interacting 
with other
ripples 
an ocean 
of ripples.
Our ripples 
commingle
influence.
Cascading 
influence 
over time.
Positive ripples 
or 
negative, greedy
ripples.
Which will we
leave behind?
In the end,
will it be 
about power
and money, 
or,
the ripples 
of kindness 
that will change 
it all, and
reflect 
well
on our
passage.
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