Short Coverlets Poems

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


Premium Member Summers Remembered

Wearing coverlets of haze, are the summers we remember, when barefoot toes touched fragrant grass, that wilted in September
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Form: Couplet


Afterglow Is the Best of Lights

Some flower in the twilight,
the dark does not assault them
they succumb upon a dusky breath.

How unlike is the glaring light?
How it enslaves and pinions
each stem with a fiery eye.

Love mesmerized
yearns for the dark coverlets,
the secrecy of eventides.

Those brief nocturnal shallows
can hide a sorrow,
make you smile like the last rays
of a dying sun.

Memories -

Memories - 

Laughter explodes, runs riot
children huddled beneath sheets,
heads lost in wonderland of white.

Grown-ups with whispered words 
 wait, breath held tight,
at top of the stairs, passed mid-night.

Eyes closed, flushed cheeks,
presents laid at silent feet,
on coverlets bathed by moonlight.

All quiet, all through the night, until
morning brings Christmas Day’s delight.

Premium Member Chantilly Morning

Gossamer
morning mist
vanishes

Ancient sun
shimmering
welcoming

Filigree
embellished
aurora

Chantilly
laced silence
awakens

Crystalline
dew sweetened
surprises  

Meadowlark's
exquisite
melody

Delicate
violet
carnival

Pomander 
lavender
fragrances

Soft velvet
Mossy wet
coverlets

Green clover
slipper soft
carpeting


Catharsis
of the soul
transcending



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Inspired by the "Ellip" Contest...sponsored by Gigno
Form: Verse

Premium Member Just Two Doves

Just two doves, with two dove-lets; tiny hatchlings, in feathered coverlets. Just two doves, turned into four; a tiny family, that I adore. Just two doves, and their kin; how I want to invite them in. Just two doves, with little ones. Just four doves, sitting in the sun. Just four doves, in matching feathers. Just two fledglings flying hither and thither. Just two doves, in an empty nest; All the fledglings, in flight at last.


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