Short Converses Poems
Short Converses Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Converses by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Converses by length and keyword.
he watches sports
his wife stares at real life murders
their children do not watch TV at all
daughter prefers snap chat
son is mesmerized by T-tube
no one converses
they all eat alone
in front of their devices
modern family
This earth is full of masses,
There are poets,in some cases,
Poets and flowers meet face to faces,
Sudden,flow there beautiful verses,
Flowers called such as they flow verses,
Flowers called such as they flow verses,
Only poets can hear flowers converses!
my conscience needs sleeps
but am not apart
converses with my heart
silently and never peeps
my heart keeps beating
savior of my mind
never prances, never behind
always true, never cheating
my soul will scorn
either which is hollow
morality chooses to follow
truth will be sworn
I called them monsters,
Green eyed ogres
These writers
Full of mediocre.
Some slam what they do not understand
Praising the most bad poetic verses
For the sake of reciprocation
I detest these writers lacking converses.
Green eyed monsters they are
I don’t care what they think of me
Green eyed ogres full of crap
I don’t care I am free!
She conversed with the butterflies
The more abrasive ones says she lies.
But to kin, ability is no big surprise
Spirit animals speak to her through God’s eyes.
An empath’s heart will truly expand and rise.
In the present of the spirit sent to surmise
Whether or not she is living her highest highs.
Studying her today are His monarch butterflies.
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An illusion a mirage
Ethereal she glides
Most graceful nymph
Our Lady of the Lake
Appears surreal at twilight
Tends to her waterlily garden
Converses with the butterflies
A lost soul she ambles and meanders
She haunts the silence of the night
Then disappears dreamy as the mist
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Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
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In the darkest hour,
Of the coldest night
When the Heavens deign
To open wide
And e’en Angels
Take startled flight
From eerie sounds
And silvered light
The Cosmos converses
In Cosmic verses and is
Softly scriptured, the melodies
The stanzas…the bars
In the gelid Winter’s night…
And would’st one lend a careful ear,
Perhaps the Gods… would grant him hear
…The whispers of the stars…
I hear time
moving in the silence
streaming through
the alabaster and bone
of early winter woe
The messenger
converses with elements;
fire winks from water,
wind whispers through birch
and like the snow goose
I listen,
mingling my spirit
breath by breath
to recieve the messages
encrypted
in natures tongues.
Today,
the word is patience
and I am patient,
awaiting the message of preparation
that excites the earth
and inspires the birch.
Into the moonlight, of waft pearl blue.
Flash of a firefly, glistening dew.
Horizon converses, in silhouette say.
The silent explosion, of night into day.
Into the meadow, of graceful grand.
Deep in aromas, that froth from the land.
Sunbeams mesmerise, clouds in array.
Countless the colors, that everywhere lay.
Into the wonder, that hides 'neath your smile.
How ever and ever, your scholarly style.
A touch of your hand, a taste of your skin.
The ways of your magic, again and again.