Short Demigods Poems
Short Demigods Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Demigods by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Demigods by length and keyword.
We don't need demigods on earth,
we just need good men...
We don't need heroes,
we only want righteous men...
We don't want superstition
we need
spirituality
and poetry...!
In this midheaven of demigods.
beneath this semidetached shelter
of semi-manufactured souls.
apart from the half-hearted's dimidiate
the bright-half departs
for dovetailing all of our halves.
Colored sails dot the horizon
fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...
Demigods lounge g-stringed
in ocean-front's warm sands
Bulging their muscles
Glistening their sweat
~ Tan, the sole tint
they're aware of as yet
I have been dropped. I fall fast,
Plunging into rage.
Inanimate.
I have no feelings or thoughts.
My end is to expose,
The cardinal demigods.
Through heartache and devastation no person should feel.
I fall, oblivious, augmenting anguish to everything,
Here and there.
Abode of the avatars and the demigods,
I am ageless, calm and deep rooted
Indulged in the timeless meditations, I find vigor in serenity
Covered in the blanket of loam, rocks and snow
countess trees of life are sheltered on my back
The sun, the stars, the wind and the skies are all my allies
O mortal, I am just not conquerable
There are...
Fanatical men
in skeptical churches ...
Blind passions by
demigods ...
Thirsty loves
for hell ...
Worshipers without
sense...
Kill and die
for false myths,
false idols ...!
through the ether
she appeared
A Goddess
attended by herons
the softest light pours
from her eyes
flamed by the embers
of her heart
loving without knowing
caring without seeing
a voice for those
without freedom,
the answering cry
from the dark,
nobody else hears
cresting Great Rivers,
Buck-eyed Demigods
genuflect at her feet
she is worshiped
this Brilliant Goddess
and today
is her Birthday
For ~A
If you a seeking for trust?
Behold deep within your inner self.
Prisoner in a castle called chest.
Captive in a chamber that's blood red.
Bound by shackles of impure deeds.
Whose jagged edges have defiled.
The basic definition of humane kind.
She is the love child of hope and charity.
Apocryphal gospel preached by demigods.
Inundating the analytical mind.
Begetting a cesspool of Discrimination.
Love has lost its sanctity.
You were not present.
Far from the pallid sky-
in the graveyard,
the marbled tears
had become the eyes.
The meanness of the grill.
It will not fix the sun.
I stand by a river,
which was very thirsty-
very deep.
The silent flight of a
white falcon takes a dive-
for the darkned moon.
The wingless poem soars high
to catch the words.
The jacarandas were trumpeting
in blue flowers, of the return
of demigods.
Satish Verma
Night was closing in.
The blind time-
will start eating fire.
A little less than demigods-
they will shuffle on ‘I’ and ‘we’.
An absence-
now speaks, grabbing
the breasts of a nude.
Here lies the god matter:
the lineal descent of creation.
What was holding you
to the unwanted fallout?
The meaning-
of life was same
as that of death.
A chaos-
will bring the silence of stars.
Let us forget the chest,
till the heart bleeds
and stardust fills your eyes.
Satish Verma
We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies