Short Deference Poems
Short Deference Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deference by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deference by length and keyword.
Do you believe consciousness
a free state
Choice empowering the moment
strong
Neurons firing at your
discretion
Time unencumbered
—reality won
(The New Room: August, 2022)
Word
and her friends,
O'MoreWords,
have come to visit.
Time, in deference,
steps aside,
taking the children,
Must-have and Should-do,
and locking
No-time away.
I am grateful every day this simple prayer is answered…
It’s a prayer I repeat every night with deference and grace:
“All I ask,” I whisper to the heavens
“Is for one more day in her embrace.”
The distance between two lips gives reference
To shaping breaths about to birth deference;
A process from brain's signal,
That connects one with actual
Status above affluence before preference.
that look
soft as owl wings
your eyes caressed his cheek
and the room dimmed
in deference to your love
the rattle of plates and streams
of patron conversations divided
then flowed past into nonexistence
Prissy pink praying mantis pretends no preference
Delightful dapper Dan, a suitor, gives her deference.
They dance a tantalizing tango with her cousin Ted.
Before the dance is finished, Dan has lost his sweet head.
Truth is not an absolute
but an attitude of commitment
Throwing its blanket decidedly
over questioning and doubt
Paying deference to the moment
while blessing its intention
Choices made and choices bade
—verbatim roundabout
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Sun peeks from behind tree line.
Soft remnant of cold day
Which did not warm up until late afternoon.
Last bit of optimism
Slipping away fast
With glimmer of sun.
Making room for cold, dark, evening.
Moon smiles, recognizing
Sun’s deference to his authority.
Nathan wanted to make a difference
And do something in deference
So he made a giant carrot
That became his personal warrant
To create smiles as he went
The Melbourne streets he sent
To others passing a silly smile
And Nathan knew it was worthwhile.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A true story
Mind curtsied to Soul in deference and respect.
Accidentally infuriating Imagination.
What am I supposed to do? He chastised Mind
You belong everywhere, you are the dream key, Mind told him.
You can do anything you want.
This appeased Imagination in a fierce way,
and he finally quit pouting.
the sun tried to outlast the bird
beat down on his feathers
in a circular motion
bird was a robin, used to turmoil
she held her ground, ignoring the heat
come on! Sun said. Give!
a confident mother, she stayed on the sign
defying the sun to give her more
sun bowed in deference to her station
A bright announcing beacon
Of that divinely vivid moment
Casting out it’s cleansing light
For all to see and partake of
Calling the Magi to the manger
Purity of deference for the Messiah
Illuming human shadows with belief
Granting all the peoples a choice
And the gift of chance for…eternity
Juliet
If perchance that thou should dance.
Twould be the light fantastic,
Hath no power in deference,
Might death, if called, be askance,
Thy breath be sweet,
Julia bequeathes, requites,
Unholy, mist of passion,
perchance to bride claim, yet myself,
olde English takes a lashing
Don Johnson 16-july-11
Dear faithful diary
Dawn beautiful and pink
Dazzling early sunrise
Deference in silence
Describing with the soul
Deserves admiration
Deep ... deeper part of me
29/08 2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
http://www.howmanysyllables.com
Each line has only 6 syllables
(poem in the Pleiades form)
Mad as a hatter is a phrase that came naturally about
In the eighteen hundreds hatmakers were going insane
Using mercuric nitrate, which removed skin from pelts
A poison that had them acting funny, going postal
Another phrase that came along much later
In deference to postal workers who went insane
From the mundane repetitiveness of their jobs.
If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me forge and cast, and let my knives be envied.
If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me be all powerful, and let the axes bow in deference.
If I am to be a tool, please let me be a goffhammer.
Let me be the envy of the engineers; let me wow them and
cut them a bit….
Author Lewis Carrol was horrified
At the thought of being lionized
He did not want approval from anyone
Wanted to be left alone to create pure fun
Lionization is for people who want adoration
Who like parades; to be noticed at a celebration.
Lionization is for people who seek attention and praise
Adoration and deference, a narcissist’s egotistical phase.
The Pursuit of Happiness
Though it should appear my conscience is clear
Still someone will sneer and possibly jeer
I seek not to care with deference to peers
for those who would fare despite all their fears
Create a nice sphere begin a new year
A lessening of tears a world full of cheers
Rhymers Delight Monorhyme 2 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
April 29,2017
I was reasonable and had no grudges for anybody.
I had the option to put the past nibbled quickly.
At the point when I meet my foe, I welcome him.
Praises are an auspicious remedy to the opposing team.
I'll be cheerful leastwise, for the man I scorn.
Whenever neared my heart with calm deference tone.
Written: November 11, 2021
Why I say welcome new day
When every day is same
Why I say good night to night
Which I have to spend on bed
I want make a deference
But j don’t know how and what
Who admire my work?
She live in my heart
But physically she live too far
So no one with me
Who understood my feeling?
Who do care of me?
What to do in apposite condition
Now I stop to view dream
I am happy with lonely wiling’s
Not always but
The Search is often
Engaged In writings
Of the past..
Such writings may be
Handed down from
Sages who have
Weathered the criticisms
Of the centuries..
A deference to their
Words is accepted
As the search ensues..
There seems also
The appearance of
A realization that
All of this is story
Equal to other stories
Of searching in
Other climes...
Standing redundant
in an echoing wind,
renewing your vanity
with deference to all
At home on the fringes
where truth is an orphan,
you line up your enemies
canons shot at the wall
A general of
a malingering army,
whose entitled thinkers
lay truth in the grave
The devil is calling
his pulpit awaits you,
the olive branch hollow
—your memory enslaved
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
what is it about the arts
of living, of loving
possessing
a perspective piece of perseverance
a masterpiece of perfect
imperfections
I her Rembrandt
baroque with dominance
revered to deference
sketches
upon a papal pad
indentured within
ashes bellowing
from the dead
examined
breast to head
curled in creases
crest created and waned
wanted wistful and tamed
no answers
only clouded visions
remain
This strangeness can seem
so insidious and violating
Glaring at a stricken life
while assuaging
a broken lense and its tense beam
Streams peter and crawl
silently
beside intended tears
Friends till the last embrace
when the bough broke
Learning endures my trust
Each baleful of insight
ignites a trail
where something burns,
and another arises
But this summer does in deference to its blaze
require some rest,
its master, another day
Form:
Celebrate again like every years
Happiest day when India went republic
Great day of great constitution
Hard work of harder ambedker
Feel the deference of our unity
Celebrate the happiest journey
Our dignity our aim
Win on world
Through our artistic and scientific hand
The day of bright sunshine
Harder work fulfill each dream
Harder work always show shine
So do celebration for our every peak
Shining India feeling freedom of fresh breathe