Short Effused Poems
Short Effused Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Effused by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Effused by length and keyword.
with each breath reborn we sail on
God is the helmsman of our ship
though darkness of night precedes dawn
bliss mists effused is our worship
Sunshine effused into my cup,
nebulous…with vanilla silk.
Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.
Murkiness vanishes, supplanted
by cheeriness and clarity.
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Eclipsed the deep feelings
Ecstatic glory gone
Effected heart dealing
Effused in no soft tone
Ensnared after enticed
Emboweled with cold ice
Emotions slowly diced /
In the stillness of the wood
There barely stirred a thing,
Then from the half lit, dappled gloom
A bird began to sing.
It echoed through the trees
In resounding melody,
For the joy of it he gave his all,
His voice effused with glee.
To listen to a sweeter song
I think I never could.
I stood there enchanted,
In the stillness of the wood.
In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.
Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.
Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.
I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.
Feet
Disseminated storms.
Nothing dismantled
Everything originated.
Lost blossoms,
Birds,trees,seasons.
Spindle body effused
Thunder and lightning.
Afreshed sky and earth.
Gulfs among mankind
Faded off.
World become a
Toy of kids.
Arms throbbed to hug
The dying earth.
Music effloresced
From the quivering.
Childhood devastated.
Youth wanted to mend.
But death, clowned.
Taught loneliness
In fame and furore.
REAL MUSIC TOO.
Just out of sight for all of this time
My reflection convoluted
Because it was effused through the eyes of others
Embarking on strange and harrowing journeys
To find only an empty castle
Countless attempts I have made to fill this space
Cavernous and cold, even adorned with my inadequate furnishings
No more of this
The mirror shall be my own,
Not the sleek dark orbs of strangers with their own intent
Within the comfort of my own reflection
My journey starts anew.
Petite-o-tat-oes, baked
of a fiery oven
Crispy skin
as spud's innards
fluff into a hot
morsel of delight
Butter-drowned
sour cream, spices
Romaine lettuce wedge
french bread-fresh-baked
creamy brie, Pinot Noir
tantalized taste-buds
Like a hot fudge sauce
effused
onto stone-cold
tutti-frutti
sensate's tongue tip
Salivation!
timer
hums
readiness -
Delectable
Consumption
of crispy, savory
Petite-o-tat-oes
To blue flames
set-ablaze
dessert of
"Cherries Jubilee"