Short Crones Poems
Short Crones Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crones by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crones by length and keyword.
Game of Crones
wicked woven words
scattered on a Ouija board ~
game of cagey crones...
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Categories:
crones, fun, games, halloween, scary, words,
Form:
Senryu
Mountain Oysters For Ladies Brunch
Mountain oyster stew for lunch
Lovely for an old ladies’ brunch
They down them with glee
Happy as crones can be
I do not think they have a hunch...
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Categories:
crones, food, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
On a Crisp Autumn Evening
The susurrus breeze
of spring’s ingénue trees
now rasps and wheezes,
rustling sparse leaves as
the trees, now crones,
rest brittle bones,
primed for winter’s coming....
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Categories:
crones, autumn, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
Witches
Crones
soporific, deranged
leering, smirking, hexing
heretics, prisoners, saviors, warriors
mesmerizing, smiling, casting,
hypnotic, kindhearted
Witches....
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Categories:
crones, dark, halloween, magic, october,
Form:
Diamante
In Memoriam, Jones Fantastic Museum
Jones, Jones, where are your bones?
I'd like to hear again your moans, your groans,
underneath loathed graveyard stones,
all with weird sepulchral tones,
me and all my friends, the crones,
wailing o'er the bones of Jones....
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Categories:
crones, death of a friend, grief, memorial, nostalgia,
Form:
Elegy
Birch In Winter
Gray arteries
are laid bare
An altar
is beset
by hands
of crones
begging alms
in pulses
of arboreal blood
grasping
at drab vestments
of indifferent sky
1st Place
Early June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted: 6/6/17...
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Categories:
crones, nature, tree, winter,
Form:
Imagism
Besides, I Don'T Even Think That Way
write a poem
make it rhyme
catch a word
out of time
trap it
wrap it
serve it up?
have it read?
boxed like that
is it dead?
limit thought?
how absurd!
why do that
to a word?
rehearse
free verse
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from book of crones by kj hooten, 1996...
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Categories:
crones, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Wild Woman Campfire With Amber Eyes
Wild woman campfire with amber eyes
Dynamite gathering for happy seasoned crones
Ethereal magic in a boxed setting with a joyful squeak.
Dry crackling barn grass thrown on fire by winking slaves
Whose witch cackles rise gloriously
And Eyes are dancing and prancing
In the lantern-like light of the campfire....
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Categories:
crones, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
Cosmic Crones
Cosmic Crones
Alone
beneath
umbrella of lilacs
moonbeams
I meditate
contemplate
how infinitesimal
we are.
While
entranced
by nature's symphony
a revelation
women
are the essence of life
guardians of the Universe
spirit of heaven and earth
yesterday
today
always......
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Categories:
crones, creation, perspective, planet, universe, women,
Form:
Free verse
Sweet and Sour Pickles
There was a time when
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.
Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang of sweet and sour stay
abides within the aged form
in figureless grace.
Released are we aged crones and cronies
no longer the baited traps, the pollen
for the laden prongs
of progeny....
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Categories:
crones, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Winter Premonitions
Winter scatters moth bones.
For a while,
it refreshes the turgid and lax.
Then the chill legs of small dancers
pirouette over warm bodies.
Flesh recoils, lungs curl around
each breath.
Hedgerows offer their huddled masses,
to the underground and hidden.
The light is going color blind,
Wind-crones whip rabbit hair
into wickiups
for the newly dying....
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Categories:
crones, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
The Crones
Massive, ancient, maple crones
rise from the loam.
Bereft of garments, their bark a tatter,
naked roots and limbs
pocked by woodpeckers.
Remnants of their crowning glory, long gone;
lay supine in the jewel weeds.
Moss adheres to the maples northern face
like chin whiskers…….
and shelves of mushrooms skirt their trunks.
Aged, yet strong…..
still, like Atlas;
they shoulder the sky....
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Categories:
crones, allegory, death, devotion, inspirational, nature
Form:
Free verse
you are my everything
She sits patiently, trying to keep her face appreciative
As he crones a love song; his sincerity obvious.
He is not a great singer, but his heart is fully in it.
He loves her, and that is what matters, right?
Her face must have given something away.
“I’m not that great a singer,” he apologizes.
“You are my everything,” she assures him.
He sings the last verse with a bit more confidence....
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Categories:
crones, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fool
I’ve got quite the appetite for mayhem
Thus from these desires my problems stem
Prozacidasical perhaps
Headfirst into Lady Luck’s slaps
Crumbling foot stools under my whim
Why if there be heart ache, I’ll have a bite
Just another serving of bittersweet spite
Bring on my many foolhearty excuses
Distilled crones, my destructive muses
Pluck from my sour patch mood, a pickled fight...
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Categories:
crones, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
One Stark Trumpet Peals
One Stark Trumpet Peals
At eve, old melodies unwomb,
old ragings wake
as crones,
stringy hair unbunned,
creep downstairs
to supper on a loin.
As they feed,
their fingernails
roll back
and so they gravitate
or, better, crawl
toward the dawn,
for in the din
that eddies in each ear,
they can hear
one stark trumpet peal
as they creep
toward the sun
a final time,
drawn by
ancient echoings.
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
crones, fantasy
Form:
Free verse
An Office For Lease
I am sitting in front of an empty building.
Large red, white and blue sign says “for lease”.
What would I do here?
Creative writing center?
Art center?
Botanical garden?
Toy museum?
Clutter our Way or the Highway?
Birdbrains Anonymous?
Crones United?
Hag’s Homemade Brews?
Psychedelic Phenomenon?
Krutsinger’s Believe it or Rot?
Voodoo Dolls and Vampires?
The ideas are endless.
I dial the number, to find out what the rent is....
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Categories:
crones, perspective,
Form:
List
Whispers
A gentle rustle in the breeze
Carried some whispers from the trees:
To us has come a falling out.
Our fine leaves are divorcing us.
Swept away by the siren wind -
To dance and twirl colorfully -
Until wind dumps them, shriveled crones.
We hear their whispered grunts and groans
But our bare limbs they cannot reach
Wrinkled they writhe around our feet.
We shiver with whispered silence,
At best we offer sappy tears,
When Winter shrouds their final rest....
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Categories:
crones, divorce, old, seasons, tree, wind,
Form:
Free verse
Backyard Fuzziness
Backyard mavens, wise crones
recall generations of groundhogs
that have dwelt in these hedgerows.
In winter
they seed the ground with 'Puffcorn Delites'
bought wholesale from Sam's Club.
The comfortable groundhogs nap in their burrows
contemplating evening feasts.
Furred paws in tartan house slippers
shuffle at back doors. A grey whiskered fuzziness
that is part critter, part elderly granny
stand ever ready
to lend a hand in case baby groundhogs
need burping....
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Categories:
crones, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Old People Magazine Please
I used to love People Magazine
Which may be why I am still getting it
Delivered to my house thirty years later
I stare at the strangers on the cover
Flip through pages about people I do not know
I want a specialized magazine
We will call it Old People Magazine
It will feature people I know
Cher, Tina Turner, Eddie Murphy
But if we named it Old People Magazine
Would I be the only subscriber?
Probably.
Better name it
Sassy Seasoned Stars
or Crones and Codgers...
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Categories:
crones, age,
Form:
Free verse
Damned
I curse the night that lives in me
and turned my heart so cold.
I blaspheme the hollow gods
who failed to save my soul.
I blame the laughing crones of fate
who placed me in this cell
and bargain with Beelzebub
to pardon me from hell.
Though I burn inside the flames
of infernos I made,
I shall suffer silently,
and feign I'm not afraid.
I damn the tears inside my eyes,
for I won't cry aloud.
Although I know that I am doomed,
my head shall ne'er be bowed....
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Categories:
crones, courage, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother Night
All the world was covered in a white frosting, shining under a slice of the moon.
Like a pale rising star on this Mother Night, shines upon the moor a bright noon.
We huddled as feeble field mice in the frigid fright and dare the disir for a boon.
Humble boasting and well wishing, to the Norns the crowd will croon
You weave the wyrd, from babies to old crones we grow too soon.
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mother night- christmas eve, disir - ancestral spirits [female], norns-weavers of
wyrd/fate...
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Categories:
crones, december, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme