Short Divinities Poems
Short Divinities Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Divinities by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Divinities by length and keyword.
Poets are but
Sick in sublimity
Of love
Time & Events
People & Places
Ideas & Divinities
Without which
They lie prostrate
In portrait
Heart melts slow,
In the memories.
Her beauty flow,
Like the divinities.
Left the dreams,
Awaken for her.
Yellow light seems,
Cloud keeps blur.
Her beauty glints,
As golden birdwing.
Stupid eye hints,
Morning birds sing.
gods
immortal, celestial
worshipping, believing, sacrificing
divinities, prophets, behemoth, monstrosity
destroying, lurking, inhabiting
hideous, maligned
monsters
Date created: 10/10/2021
COMPUTATIONAL SUMMONS ...
DAMNATION'S DEMONS DRIVE
INTELLIGENT MACHINES.
HELL BOUND IN CIRCUITRY
BOARDS WITH DIGITAL IMAGING
A GODFORSAKEN ENIGMA BUILT
IN INFERNO'S HOT SILICON MATRIX.
DESOLATIONS DIVINITIES
RULE A VIRTUAL LABYRINTH.
THE CELESTIALS CREATED MAN!
MAN DESTROYED THE DIVINE, INSANE!
THE PROFANE CREATED SACRED MACHINES
OF TWISTED LOGIC, SPARKS RAIN!
Her asylum at Saint-Remy, eighteen-ninety where
Vincent van Gogh with palette as paintbrushes
Cast a vision thus timeless this beauty....
Outside divinities window upon her ledge
In captured their moment yet, no one knew
His love so true ? Henceforth was sought a way
These heart's what light should stay and back..
Unto the future red, ruby shoes; there, which want not wait.
Form:
Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.
Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.
Poetic smoke…recites,
The stanzas of cannabis trees.
As healthy lungs exclaim,
The power of curative leaves.
_______________________
Inspired by a Lucky Lopez!!!
Yusuf
Gimme a Moslem name
Gimme the Mercy of Islam
Let empathy be the flame
That fires who I am!
Humble Youth of chaste
Unblemished in his path
Who loathes wanton taste
Who fears God’s wrath;
A Dreamer I might be
By whom Divinities speak
Spiritually blind to see
And to uplift the weak.
Make me Son of the meek
Who basks in no blame
Who tirelessly seek
Nothing, but Yusuf’s name.
JM
18th Nov’ 2013
Wet sidewalks and colouful leaves
Tuning out the crowds as volume
Chitter chatter pitter patter; gray
The late autumn's drizzling clouds
Tales cold northern rains; pictures
Ascending timeless steps in frozen
State's; never having truly existed
A skeletals key amid, love's hands
Another shouting with a thousand
Voices from this street their truths
Stepping unto divinities threshold
Beyound its passage where awaits
Destiny's realm these faithful hues.