Short Crescents Poems
Short Crescents Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crescents by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crescents by length and keyword.
Layers of butter and thin
Filo dough well chilled
Cut into triangles and
Begin rolling the
Large end to small one
Baked crescent
Moons.
Layers of butter thin sheets of
softened dough well chilled
Cut into triangles and
Begin rolling the
Large end to small one
Baked crescent
Moons.
She must of been,
A moonlit,
ocean wave,
The way her exotic body,
Glistens,
With,
A sweet,
enchantment,
And,
Warmth,
Of compassions,
With her,
kind sultry gaze,
And crescents
Reynaldo Casison
Her beautiful misty eyes,
And sensuous soul,
Exotic and soft,
As rose petals,
Warm as candles,
And bright as crescents,
Are lost,
In the intimate space,
And,
Surreal,
Stillnesses,
Like,
a melody,
and,
her,
Love
Reynaldo Casison
Thunder much like a Greek God
It resonates through my ears,
It causes me to bear a grin
Deep sapphire lies out like the land,
Wreaking of aged salt
The crescents of impure white disintegrate,
When adjusting to the actual level,
The level of the sea.
GRANDFATHER MOON
grandfather moon proud
glorious rounded shoulders
sing-along brightness
whistles grandly through
the leafless oaks
reunited, a couple kisses
under the voracious hug
of lunar light, two crescents
joined together as one
12/23/2018
I heard - that the Sun and his distance
Once fluttered persistence
To the Moon, that her beauty would free.
Through the dark of his absence
Shining still, her florescence
Against the backdrop of stars in the sea.
Chasing day's independence
Bluest skies, fading crescents
As his light forces her to flee.
the soul to be cajole
the secret of succor a candy
every day you can share with the world
sweet to be on earth
the night an embrace
of dreams keeping the dark at bay
the moon a liar with its crescents not telling
the bloom of full or soon the absence
learning the alphabet
the C the D
she tells the true.
Globes of amber, sky-blue, sage,
what they’re thinking, one cannot gauge
In sunlight, marbled crescents glow,
snake-like, rodent’s worst of foes
Evening’s dusk, hunting hour,
Pupils black, their depths devour
Sleepy, languid, hypnotizing,
Curious, cunning, and conniving
Twin moons, dark illuminates
Cat’s eyes always captivate
all are
here now
hugs and
kisses
have the
blessing
feast is
ready
turkey
dressing
giblet
gravy
English
peas and
creamed po-
tatoes
green beans
cornbread
buttered
crescents
sweet tea
coffee
cherry
cheesecake
apple
cobbler
to the
tv's
some for
movies
some for
football
in ten
minutes
all are
snoring
soon we’ll
waken
and start
making
plans for
Christmas
it flew
tipping dewed valleys
gleeful melodies to each wandering soul
aloof in an eloquent crescents daring fold
drifting remedies reminiscing
star gazed idyllic desires
twinkling a picturesque uplifting in
pleasant powdered gleaming faith
petals drenched in tapestries
twisting laced lavender scented dreams
stroking desolate pavements
solely on hushed mumbled commands
of a wind carried dimmed lantern
it flew
Grey green crescents fall so lightly
flickering softly in early morn
pungent scents waft all around me
a soothing balm for the weary worn.
Reams of silvery leaves are spun
growing abundantly down under
rows and rows of eucalyptus trees
are filled with medicinal wonders.
Strong scented leaves help and heal
easing pain within body and soul
bringing comfort and relief
nature’s gift for my heart to behold.
Written on 11/11/2019
Upon evening and exotic shores,
I feel the mist of your hair,
Your hips,
Of the sweetest crescents,
Dance like a ballerina,
With an irises love,
And its blush of lavendars,
Serenading vases and gardens,
Your accents of honey,
Born of the enchanted waves,
Caresses the soul,
With loving midnights,
And tender noons,
The evening sways,
With lovely,
and solacing bouquets,
Its mango sighs,
Strewn along the petalled vistas
Reynaldo Casison
Eyes of glitter.
Heart of crescents.
The damsel of my heart needs no filters.
Born with looks and skin of gold,
She walks a path of nothing but thrones.
Blessed with that as a silver spoon,
As humble as lark that life she leaves.
All she brings is fortune as told,
Not a single pride left in her as a whole.
All men do is try to woo,
She turns away waiting for the day of days.
Head held high with pride of gold,
my damsel leaves her life with no litters.
carved cruicifixes,
slashed n’ sliced stars of david,
chiseled taijitus,
hacked stars n’ crescents
cleaved christs
dissected n’ shaped buddhas,
engraved menorahs
chipped n’ etched away Confucius
trimmed dharmachakras
whittled & molded muhammad
severed n’ separated astrological zodiac signs
snipped aum
chopped n’ cracked pentagrams
lopped off lotus flowers
shaved n’ grated ichthys &
pierced pentacles---
all wash away in the sink
after running warm water over them
for a little while.
With the love,
in her eyes,
She unleashed,
the butterflies,
The moon,
Reflects,
Her hips,
And love,
And if I could,
make the palm,
And maple trees caress,
As you undress,
The weariness,
With the love,
In her blue eyes,
She unleashed,
The rose butterflies,
The crescents,
Reflect,
Her hips,
And love,
With the love,
In her eyes,
She unleashed,
The butterflies,
And the stars,
Up above,
And within our souls,
Sparkle,
Like,
Champagne
Reynaldo Casison
If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.
Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.
Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.
Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt.