Short Doer Poems
Short Doer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Doer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Doer by length and keyword.
A great pluck, with fortunes truck.
D-oer
O-f
M-agnificent
M-essage
O-ccasionally
R-emembers
A-uthor's
E-xcellent
S-cript
Topic: Birthday of poet Dom Moraes (July 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
N-o
O-ne
E-lse
M-akes
I-t
E-very
D-ay,
Q-uesting
U-ntil
I-nspiration
B-ecomes
A-ction's
L-ighthouse
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Noemi Edquibal)
Descend from above
Do daring deeds of love.
Deepen the horizons
Deviate the delusions
Dark clouds are tentative
Divine grace is operative.
Do you see the daffodils?
Dare to bloom even on hills.
Caitiff
A word to know well—
Someone who’s contemptible!
A coward for sure . . .
Infamous and obnoxious . . .
A miscreant immoral!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 16, 2018 (Tanka)
E-xceptional
D-oer
N-icely
A-ims
A-t
G-oal
U-ntil
I-mpressive
N-otable
A-chievement
L-iterally
D-elights
O-bservers
Topic: Birthday of Edna E. Aguinaldo (February 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The verve to serve
those we opine deserve,
surely compassion selective
though touch of love is effective
healing those who before us appear
but perhaps we should consider
that identity is not the doer
we are but God’s channel
who He does empanel
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Please be kind when you take me,
be sure it doesn't hurt.
Let me die within my sleep,
not by a killers hands.
Or in some tangled wreck of steel,
by some intoxicated man.
Let it not be by some pain,
of which there is no cure.
Or in a bed hooked to machines,
not knowing what is sure.
Let me die a peaceful death,
no one wants for hurt.
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Accustomed to an environ combative & competitive, identity finds it disconcerting to rest in stillness attentive & meditative, wondrously viewing heightening magnetism in the void of emptiness as potentiality, nonchalantly releasing the humming current as manifestations of enigmatically shifting beauty. Spanda, thus renewed with each breath. Within.
Poised and attentive
Humming stillness speaks softly
As silent thunder
24-August-2020
Vibrant Non-doer
Any urge, including the urge
to serve, is an ego borne surge,
unless with love in alignment,
the good deed but an assignment,
recognising God alone is
the power propelling bliss fizz,
that soul encased in feeble form
ascends, grazed by magnetism warm,
celebrating the gift of life,
moment to moment, thus bliss rife,
always still, unless it’s God’s will,
that His prophecies we fulfil.
21-July-2022
I hate
failure, failing.
I hate life but
love living.
But.
Are you even
living, if you hate
every second of it?
There’s a key difference between
existing, and living.
I want to live.
I want to be away,
far and farther and further out,
from those
I can’t stand to be around.
I want to follow dream,
and, the only way possible for that,
is to be away,
from all
of you.
I think I need be a doer of the dreams,
for that is the only way out.
Once doer and deeds raised a quarrel
Doer: “Deeds, you are very bored and hard”
Deeds: “So you are weak and unable”
Both laughed, took rest to be active
Doer: “Are you making some light fun of me?”
Deeds: “No it is as you are passive”
Both again laughed, looked around
Doer: “You are a thing but I am human being”
Deeds: “Here are the problems I find”
Doer became angry, deeds was cool
Doer: “You must know I can do you anyway”
Deeds: “Yes, illegal, crime and awful”