Short Depositing Poems
Short Depositing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Depositing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Depositing by length and keyword.
Renewal of faith at dawn
Despair as day dwindles to dusk
Ascension with the rise of the moon ~
Depositing my soul with the Almighty soon
How many roads must a man stumble down
Before an officer escorts you downtown
And how many times
Must you give a dog a sign
No depositing stuff indoors the color brown
Debit
Liable, obligatory
Owing, paying, pledging
Indebtedness, deficit, salary, bonuses
Receiving, banking, depositing
Affluent, prosperous
Credit
April 28, 2021
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Poets like social butterflies,
try to get out, to see and be seen
To hear and recite
To post and 'got mail' replies
But word-smithing is a soul alone
depositing to a vast agglomeration
always on the stove, brooding and bubbling away.
monarch lays her eggs
the milkweeds her nursery
and I her nursemaid
MagiCicada 17
*Doubly blessed, another female Monarch visiting my milkweeds
this morning, depositing her seeds of gold.
Goodness doesn't always inspire,
Or worth too much in the world's desire
Despite its benevolent attire.
Its value is stored as treasure,
Stacked up like gold per heaven's measure.
Goodness is for you to spend
On earth, like a gardener tends
Overflowing vines and flowers,
Depositing seed for God's eternal bowers.
A joint account of love
You asked, we to open, my darling
An idea, I certainly applauded
With all my soul’s might
But
To my dismay soon realized
That the only one depositing was I
While you, always amounts withdrew
Till all was gone, then you took a hike!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 FEBRUARY 2015
A midsummer night in my sentiment
my muse arose depositing poetry at task,
with way of pen—my contemplation
obtaining shape,
my face against the wind,
my essence engaging in words realigning,
together with stillness of reason
and spirit unconfined,
mysterious language assembles,
selected in the same way
as a trusted friend,
with my muse, I write.
it wasn’t the measured meanness
nor the pig blood
nor the rampage of Carrie’s revenge
but the quiet walk
to the graveyard
depositing flowers
remembering the saint...forgetting the maelstrom
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as the grub-filled hand erupts through the soil
to impale one more victim.
the grave has no conscience.
10/31/2019
under a delightful moon
air silvermist due to drizzling rain
a pale patina rode wavetops
of the mystic sea
creamy waters washed across my feet
depositing opaline conchs, whelk egg cases
and bits of purple fan coral
oceanic generosity
fueled my thankfulness
as the horizon's apricot blush
announced sunrise
Sweat and the sea are salty
and alike.
A lazy man and a corpse
never sweat.
Mountaineers mount up the
slithery mounts.
Resistance yields, dissolving
in sweat.
Seeds sprout in the fallen beads,
life-drops.
Success floats in sweat, depositing
fresh joys.
Each victory in the history sparkles
through sweat.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)
Hard boiled egg shell dyed
Decorated with pastells and crayons
double dip for a richer color
Festive
Little feet running and searching
Baskets overloaded
Depositing candy along the way
Bunny hopscotch, ring toss
Bendy bunny, bunny ink pens
Carrot pick up sticks
Egg shaped chocolates
Remember the everlasting life
Remember the blood and
Remission of sins
Remember you must be born again.
Melodies of trombones
Flutes and trumpets
Masquerading in the
Moonlight of passion
Fingers strumming
Rhythmically across
My nipples
Crescendo rising as
Your tongue enters
Inside of me
Flashes of light
Energy surging throughout
My thick frame
Dancing harmoniously
We become one fused
With the polyrhythm of
Acid jazz
Simultaneously depositing
Our sexual eruptions
Into each others
Mouths…
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.
Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.
Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.
No one had foreseen this.
Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
The headline read: “Low deposits and fair repayments!”
The offer of a lifetime, the promise of a lifeline for you and those you love.
But “deposits” aren’t just in money when we’re low in depositing care,
“repayments” still reek of capitalism when many don’t see their “fair” share.
The advertisement seared in bold font and burning lettering,
reminding us to always want more – there’s nothing worse than settling.