Short Concourse Poems
Short Concourse Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Concourse by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Concourse by length and keyword.
From St. Patrick's pent horses to out horse
She rode St. Patrick's day wild horses
Through leprechauns and lucky Joe's of course
She rode her horses well
Every horse loved her swell
In came a pony changing the concourse
connie pachecho
3/14/17
She rode with him to Shebuktoo
she rode up and down the hilly concourse
riding shot gun like on his big white horse
when he shot his gun high in the air
a huge blast of shouts shook the pair
in frenzy she bucked, too, arriving with a force
connie pachecho
2/24/17
Go in the side entrance
Walk across the concourse
Out the front entrance
Round to the left
Round into the side street
Back into the concourse.
This is the pathway to finding out
Nothing.
As it is at the train station
So it is in life's world
Nobody can be relied upon
Blind ones sharing an eye
But not a brain
Like inundated praise
the rhetoric concern of tithe
ballooning, like a fact implied
inertia blinds with its deride!
To see it straight, to moor divine
I buckle too, as then resign
so many voices, tail wind's fine
could move ahead, so never mine?
Concourse profane, am strong at thine,
but trying self ~ so far behind!
Concourse with no passenger limits
Un-restricted access to all corridors
Freely navigating space and time
Winding aimlessly along each meter
Easy, un-restrained, rhythmless strides
No pattern to my steps
Pausing for no apparent reason
Deliberately browsing through each strand
Informally addressing every subject I meet
Disconnected from the discourse around me
One Couple Of Days ago last week,
the two dead men found out they were really meek.
The blind woman has learned how to knit,
she loves to knit shoes for her bunny outfit.
The deaf policeman is now off the force,
he loves being a twenty-six hour DJ in the mall concourse.
The two dead boys love to play lively pranks,
like driving down main street in their big red tanks.
Some villainous perception of remorse
my heart in time care not sadness' endorse.
For knowing you, all beauty comes a source
and I am led to empathy's enforce.
Thee, love, how grave the choice and yet the stores
of wisdom seems to dance within to score us.
Perception, Oh this wonder not divorce
or bring to rule, while love is yet concourse.
Do mate the hour between us as a force,
forever good - forever to restore us!