Short Dominions Poems
Short Dominions Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dominions by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dominions by length and keyword.
All
around-
seraphim
dominions,
thrones-
and
powers-
archangels,
principalities-
with
angels,
ophanim,
the cherubim
fly
God is in the wind
Spirits of eagles flying high
Soars by with angels’ might
God is in the trees
His blood flow through their veins
Nourishing green leafs
God is in the sun
His divine rays heat the earth’s womb
Seeds sprout from shun ground
Gleaming glory of hope
Over all dominions He rules
Divine Guiding Moon
Different hues,
Different views,
Cultures and opinions.
Different faces,
Different places,
Countries and dominions.
Different religions,
Different decisions,
In a world that we all share.
It's not our colour,
Or our culture,
that is wrong or unfair.
It's the essence,
Of the inhabitants,
Man or Woman who abide there.
A lioness hear me roar, in the midst of weakness and uncertainty she holds her head up high. In her strength she roars so ferociously; She doesn’t roam the terrain to conquer nor to misguide any dominions. She has been thru many years of disappointments and tears of loss, inside she cries out with a roar thats louder than thunder a lioness.
I hate the ‘Body
Politic’
Whose wave blasphemes
and grows
I battle to swim against
its tide
Or be abandoned in the
flow
I hate the way it stunts
my voice
‘Old Dominions’ chosen
side
I hate the fact—it’s hate
I feel
With the truth a captive
lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016,
Inspired By Neal Hall)
I hate the ‘Body
Politic’
Whose wave blasphemes
and grows
I battle to swim against
its tide
Or be abandoned in its
flow
I hate the way it stunts
my voice
‘Old Dominions’ chosen
side
I hate the fact—it’s hate
I feel
With the truth a captive
lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Inspired By My Friend & Poet Neal Hall
Struggling with adversity
searching for diversity
Whats it all meant to be
Life in all its entirety
Just a shadow in time
Going through the motions
trying to toe the line
Just another footprint in the sand
A tiny grain in millions
Washed away by fates cruel hand
Inherited war dominions
Darkness and silence
No one can hear
confusd abhorrence
No one can feel the fear.
Form:
The cool ocean breeze,
On nights warm as these,
Is blowing with ease
As we sail the seas.
The moon and the tide
Have nothing to hide,
And bravely we ride
With stars as our guide.
We cruise over green
Dominions marine,
Indulging unseen,
Unheard and serene.
On ripples of bliss,
We roll as we kiss.
Lo, friend, never miss
A journey like this!
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A Mirror
6-4-2016
A mirror is a visual echo of the things it beholds,
It doesn’t stereotype, foretell, or have opinions.
But invariably reflects life as it currently unfolds,
It’s impervious to skin color or even dominions;
It is constantly truthful, because it has no feeling,
Sometimes you face it feeling like the mad hatter.
And today, it’s left you with bruised ego reeling,
By reflecting what it saw and its refusal to flatter;
The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
A bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges
push an industrial past before them.
Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves,
fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.
It is possible to watch yourself
in this new bend in the stream,
possible to wash your face
anew also -
there to see your own rivering.