Short Delves Poems
Short Delves Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Delves by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Delves by length and keyword.
Seeing aisles of messy shelves
Before a shopper even delves
Is a horrible curse
Which Whole Foods can reverse
With stockers who were Santa's elves
At the park where they can be themselves
Where little's imagine and frolic like elves
On swings and slides, their happiness delves
Later in life lasting memories of ourselves
House With Shelves
An interested person is one who delves,
Into buying a house with many shelves;
For us to live in;
Long time been;
We owned after being built by ourselves.
Jim Horn
The curlew’s trademark, long down curved bill
Delves deep in mud, belly to fill
Heath and moorland breeding ground
Mating calls eerie sound
And then chicks arrive
Oh how they thrive
Birds anew
Curlew
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a poem is a puzzlebox open and shut
with a chimeraean key. and fay-like
are the enterings it delves, where
a moment is all had. now
and then clinking to the sides. turn
slowly. it will change as if time passed.
Collin Lam
Delirium delves deeply
Deeply dense
Derivatively dying
Dancing deliriously
Driving deeply densely
Happily hastily
Honeyed homeliness
Lying loneliness
Levitating loveliness
Delirium doubly
Dealing deftly deathly
Deeply delving deliriously.
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twelve hours half a day--CQ
night surrenders
saffron sky delves
import tortoise
export fledglings
sand crabs popout
penguins waddle
porpoises play
zenith star slips
2019 August 31
*1st Place*
Charlie-Quadku
~~charles messina
found tasks to be few
capable of and can do
sink my teeth into
not very clever
relationship should sever
terror made error
husband would whimper
because she had a temper
could still exempt her
we saw many elves
while looking at the book shelves
who into past delves
In endless dark tunnel,
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through
insensate sensual strata.
Visual surface of being sheared
to shards by excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth
of tolerant unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
__________
January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170
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Golden sets of
surfs surface,
delves surreal
golden sky,
Sands surrender
shoeless sole
soles traipsed a
hazy trail,
Gold rays graced and
heralds-in,
as an ochre
shore comply,
Gild shines serene
flocks of doves,
day sprung free a
summer's veil.
Date:08/30/2019
howmanysyllables
4343, 4343, 4343, 4343 (7777)
Mind-drifts
A wedge of moon flowers in a fading sky
Floating above a stained swathe of drifting cloud
Mind-drifts in starts and stops
As dark deepens in delves and dips
Cat-steps in dry crunchy grass
Cicada-song shrill and sharp
Starlings tweet in social chat
Crow-croak bass resounds
Light ripples across my mind
Shifting thoughts, drifting wide.
She takes the sunlight
Brings it into the thunder
Massive eruption
She delves into
Pains culmination feel
She breaks her silence
Then the mighty fall
Wrongly placed hands were the tell
Revelations true
Consequences real
Time to rid of the sins
Many hated men
It’s finally time
To set the records straight
Let them face music
Russell Sivey
Late at night, way up north, Santa delves
into making identity elves.
When pressed, none remember
their pronouns or gender,
but it’s specist to sit upon shelves.
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for the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 11/16/22
rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
syllables (9/9/6/6/9) checked with howmanysyllables.com
a page is such a cold place
pen has a sage who delves for inner face truth's
the page entrances with silent mocking
word thought dances just outside the blocking
the sage thirsty now craves sweet success
but only digs graves in the sheets of paper white
mourn the poems never born
sorrowful worlds in the words
sage now sleepwalking
his empty words never talking
Form:
The river, the giver of life
The river, the giver of time as we know it
Volumes of history on my shelves
Offer dark pictures
when one delves
into the records of the past
So I'll watch, the river, the giver
as it brings
life to us all
The river, the giver
brining home peace
The river, the giver
as it flows past our home
the river , the giver
make it your own
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The fragrance of an open bottle, ~~numbs,
It aires a room resigned to fulfillment,
Impatience dealt some wayward errant doves,
Carries them to moor like patient children,
Obeisance for 'tis nature that they delves,
Buries their heads fore flights of fluttering,
A floor draped in white feathers, winds bundles,
Door burst, shoos, closed windows, seals a bottle.
Date: 05/31/2019
worn wit's fang
omen's punctured prank
hoisted odds hampered
relieving rusty orders
monstrous myth melt
dripping dark delves
eerie experiment etched
foiling felon flesh
mental horizon's mesh
fragile future's confetti
humming hacked hymns
quarantined fate flicked
callous contractions cruised
birthing blitzkrieg bruised.
'20:05:14:18:56
Note: Of masticated mentality.
A hollow, showering light throughout itself
Breaking apart the scene shows how it’s gone down
Broken the life of the clearing not yourself
Eerie the time of the night delves like a gown
A shroud appears from the depths of the darkness
There’s nothing that fire can hold or sure harness
Calmness it is not, blanket of noise exists
Screaming the spot caresses, I’m clenching fists
Russell Sivey
compelling
dreamlike
captivates
&unfolds
infuses
with
the dynamic
hybrid
interpretation
expressiveness
in
a mixed
narrative
upon
a
canvas
of
the
atmospheric
recesses
of
the subconscious
where
inspiration
transcend
the ordinary
&
delves
into
the symbolic
prompts imaginative
&collective
meaning
evoking
narrative
emotions
in a
lexicon
of
eniched
intensity
is the teenth of june
found face painted on balloon
looked like a racoon
bitten by chigger
sores are bigger and bigger
once were on trigger
poems complicated
which were initiated
then replicated
did contain despair
records were beyond compare
them up trump did tare
there are those who delves
into books that are on shelves
wrote by tiny elves
not very pleasing
when I had started freezing
ended up sneezing
Working in jobs we loath,
buying valuables we do not need.
We have no substance to survive on this,
our souls we can not feed.
A million miles away,
across oceans and cracks.
Exist people that own everything,
everything we lack.
The Mark of Cain,
we have burnt upon ourselves.
Ever plummeting southwards,
our conscious delves.
He collects them in bottles,
our evil ways.
Waiting to release them,
at the end of days.
Form:
My heart craves for moments
To indulge my soul in bliss
Away from toils and cares of this world
To eternity and immeasurable peace.
My mind delves into depths of time
Seeking treasures sublime
Hold moments captive in memory's realms
Recollections like fragments of shattered dreams.
My soul weary sailing turbulent streams of life
Swirling in life's discord and strife
Longing for that bright day dawning
To merge with infinity yearning.
The river, the giver
of life
The river, the giver
of time as we know it
Volumes of history
on my shelves
Offer dark pictures
One sees shadows
when one delves
into the records of the past
So I'll watch the river, the giver
as it brings renewed life
The river, the giver
bringing home peace
The river, the giver
watch as it flows past our homes
the river, the giver
make it your own!
If you embrace poetry, you'll never be alone,
It surrounds you, a cloak in which you're shown.
Time burns in its fire, fragrance prevails,
Poetry is a world unto itself, like Utopia's vales.
A lake of purest waters, sustaining life's breath,
Sprouting from hearts, seeping into hearts' depths.
Twining one and all who let themselves
Into one, like one, only one that delves
Into the depths of bonhomie's embrace,
This one, none other, reveals its grace.
emm*
We live within the boundaries
We’ve established for ourselves,
Which likely do not match
Where any other person delves.
For all of our parameters
Are special and unique
Tailored physically or mentally
To comforts that we seek.
The daring cross the borders
Where adventures may await
While most others rarely plunge
Beyond the confines they create.
It doesn’t pay to envy
Those whose boundaries are immense
For to violate our own might yield
A sorry consequence.