Short Curtsey Poems
Short Curtsey Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Curtsey by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Curtsey by length and keyword.
A maid wore her Sunday-best dress
To dine at the Officers Mess
Where officers go
One must curtsey low
So officers don't have to guess
A
silver
grey statue-
recreation's
muse-
a
face
so surreal-
the blank eyes met
mine-
a
curtsey
her reply-
to my silver
dime.
wet, heavy blossoms
curtsey low to the drenched earth,
crying tears of rain
warm, sun-kissed petals
pirouette into gold light,
arched to the summer sky
Little golden cups of sunlight nod,
Swirling flimsy butter-yellow skirts in the wind
Dipping deeply in a curtsey
To an unseen God
A rippling rush
Of whispering gold.
I am the Letter C in all that matters
From being conniving and coy that flatters
Convincing and calm, courteous and cool
Courageous and centered, nobody’s fool
Caring and patience to those very few
Cold and callous to those with no clue
I care, I’m cute, I cuss and curtsey
I’m all this and more, I am the letter C
twinkle toes
twinkle toes
how you
curtsey to the
bright stars
twist-a-bend
with the
sparkling fairies
spin with the
princess ballet
and leap with
the magical gazelles
to chords of David's
symphony that
heaven sends
your way
give me just
a sprinkle of
your dust of
constant joy
just a pinch
of your
eternal energy
only to carry me
through my day
Little Girls and little Boys
With locks and curls and shoelace twirls
Songs of play, with giggles aloud
The little Girls curtsey, the little Boys bow
Rosy cheeks that dance all day
Nighttime prayers,, three words to say
Tears of joy, or just to share
Touching one and all that care
Blessed with beauty from above
In a face that's filled with Love
Always eager to give, smile
This special gift, the gift of Child
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
An envoy sent to foreign land
pride dismissed cup in hand
to cross the sea at pessidons mercy
before a queen he must curtsey
Help us please defend our honor
without you help we are a goner
the dogs of war are at our gate
we do not know our final fate
our faiths depleted
our king unseated
steadfast we stand
defend our land
till the last man standing
were still demanding
self preservation
self determination
for this once proud nation