Short Congregated Poems

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


~indecisiveness~

Imbalanced decisions
Harmonizing the whole
Contemplation Beset 
Question what you know 
Congregated Thoughts
Entrapping your flow
Imposing upon
An Uncertain “no”
It is imminent ...
Decide where to go !
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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Teacher Irritates the Female Students

she was as curvy and convex as a teacher can be
with green eyes that glowed like a Venus moon
Bait for enticement, making students eager for advisement
the males congregated as if she was a new queen to the hive
we females were irritated she had stolen our thunder

Modern War Drums

Congregated on a bone-white columned hill,
Wielding Thor’s great hammer, raging on at will,
Raining Odin’s thunder upon resounding blocks,
Indulging gilded beggars of fortune’s ticking clocks,
Deploying more and more to feed the desert gulls,
Fenrir’s pack forever howls, while bloody fangs indulge.

07/25/14
Form: Rhyme

The Noonday Orator

In a Sunday wintry air
The pigeons, the sparrows 
And the mocking birds 

Without array 
Congregated themselves 
Outside the family house
 
Listening, intently 
To the noonday oration 
Of Her Majesty, the Queen

Whilst I, I quickly picked
The various colors and shapes 
Of myself, my dignity

Shortly thereafter
She, fumingly, dropped them off
Through the guiltless window

Premium Member Their Protector Is Recommissioned

Moths, butterflies, monkeys and variegated parrots too
Revered her before her reign of being aloof was through.
They congregated in her ginger hair, until there was no more room.
The monkey perched on her left shoulder,
and parrot shared some doom.
“She’s gotten a position elsewhere; to another island she must go.”
The creatures sighed, each feeling more than a bit of woe.
She had been their protector since 1992.
They had no idea now what to do.
Form: Rhyme


Grave

Crumpled leaves, cool wind breeze
Dying grass, congregated mass
Cold dead stone,Corpes all alone
Buried in earth, begins another birth
Here lies the woman, The good,hearty person
Who died from old age, her time now is off stage
Shes beg and she's groveled, danced with the devil
But now she is free, free to feel glee
Dance in the flowers, away from mans powers
Death is a coming, It won't stop me from loving
Every day with the people i met, together life we will beat
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