Short Descried Poems

Short Descried Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Descried by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Descried by length and keyword.


Life's Fight; and the Fighter

Life's fight; And The Fighter
Through this posture of sleep
Descried as harmless, both.
By Moon. Soft o'er does creep.
Form: Rhyme


Cave

Bleeding on bed of thorns 
I descried a cave of woe alluring 
End of that happiness dwells .



Leaving the cave of body 
life flees with the messenger of 
death to her final home .


Seasons sleep in the cave 
of time to reappear with the call 
of the piper  Earth .
Form: Haiku

The Ocean

Walking up the
sea cliff
to the ocean
through
moist moss
rock, wind

Half here
with moist moss
rock, wind

Half at the
ocean blue

contrasting mind
between
actuality
and destination

Until she opens
before me
A blue multitude

How can one descried
ocean with words
You really cant

Its vastness starts
only
when words stop
Form:

The Obscure

My sight was blurred 
And there…..
    down the lane,
I waited for myself.

The night was heavy
  with unrealized enigma of chaos,
But the striking streaks of lights
  made me surprised.

The thunder struck
    advocating the impending dawn.
The day next….
	I descried
the reality fading to nullity!
 
And,
then the dusk met my distorted eyes!!

Emotion

An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.


Rosary

Recently you descried that
the hands of mine were
full of crimson scars,
like the beads of a rosary.
”What are these wounds
on your palm?” you asked.
”Were they caused by
the elisabethian roses of your garden?”
I said nothing, just smiled blushingly,
but then later, while you fell asleep,
I leaned closely and whispered
my secret in your ears:
„In fact, all of these are
stigmatas of our love.
But possessing them makes me happy;
I wear them proudly.”
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