Short Diadems Poems
Short Diadems Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Diadems by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Diadems by length and keyword.
instincts instigate impulse
draping dream diadems
watering wafting wants
tilling till time teaches
fears freeze freedom
lucid love liberates
Smoldering diadems
unwrap our parliament.
Superstitious super-intelligence
composing the lost years ironed to death,
crisp,
and smooth,
yet still dead.
The world is ending,
yet I can only think of you.
The tree embraces cat and bird.
On both its blessing is conferred.
In turn, they celebrate the bliss
Of this eternal armistice.
The tree is rooted in the deep,
Where hatred, rage and envy sleep,
And reaches up, all gnarled and scarred,
To sparkling diadems of stars.
Violet velvet canopy
Embroidered with pulsating gems
Displays a glimpse of eternity
Moon fashions royal diadems.
Amethyst mysteries command the myth,
Night visions of contemplation
As earthly consciousness expands
Across dark blue horizons.
Diamonds on indigo inspire awe
Purple aura enraptures sleep
Anchored by divine cosmic law
As immense as the soul is deep.
Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room.
Solitude of Iris Incense Nightfall
Still solitude drips saffron in sunsets
Twilight tinsel tames tangerine tempests
Lilac lullaby lilts lulling lyric –
Diadems of daydreams dulcet delight
Offers ochre cheerful companion of calm
Unruffled ultramarine universe
Ebb of eventide in ebony escape
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Contest: Solitude in Seven Lines
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Seven lines. Ten syllables each
High Abode the Ethers where Diadems Glisten
Beyond Time and Space, where The Sun has Risen
Shines Kingdoms of Intuition, Gods Religion
Resurrected by Esoteric Wisdom,
where the Greater Man Shines like an Emerald Stone
High Born with the Jasmine Robe,
In Garments of Power, The True Victory
In Crowns Of Light, We Crush Blasphemies
Up the Sacred Passage towards Jerusalem
Into lands of Shem, I AM
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
twinkling like diamond remnants, snow lends the day surprise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
oh how I hate to hear the roar of the coming plough.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Who moved the stone?
On Sunday - who indeed?
Evangelists extol
A most baseless creed
If the stone were shifted
As a shot-put heft
By some improbable
Conspiracy - or theft
And Peter in his madness
Encountered but the air
Never having witnessed
His visage or His glare
And no angelic radiance
(That diadems were dim)
Met Mary at the somber
Sepulchre of Him
She sits among the flowers on the ground.
A young flower amid a bed of thorns.
Genteel on this conspicuous platform,
with flowers gathered closely all around.
She baptizes with water from her hand,
then prunes the withered from this flower stand.
Unity is there among the weeds,
that strengthens fading petals on their stems.
Cultivating roots, distributing seeds,
elegant blossoms for her diadems,
with sweet nectar for all the birds and bees,
luring repasts from ancient recipes.