Short Electric Light Poems
Short Electric Light Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Electric Light by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Electric Light by length and keyword.
pass the dark
half time
the rest of me
into the spiral of spin
the schelpture of electric light
cascades over wretch
the grateful dead
kiss you into life
You are reminded
That even nothing
To sit in the electric light
Bulb under moon
Face by the fan
Head as vapor
Is all we need, even, more and more.
My God,
Why aren't we all autistic,
In thick amazement.
Edison
most of us think electric light bulb
it took him 10, 000 recorded tries
that is 9, 999 failures
but he did it.
Edison
did you know he also invented the motion picture camera?
in 1892?
he had such an amazing mind
I have no idea how many failures he had before he got it right.
He was a persistent genius.
Edison
By your electric light,
you crawled to my heart,
baby how sweetly you
poisoned my soul!
I die harmlessly now, not by a
cruel act. And on my gravestone
it will read: killed by love.
Love lasts, and for those who wet their feet
in its lava, there's no cruel destiny.
Love is a sumptuous blood affair, flees your loving heart
under an oak tree.
Death is ephemeral like our rainbow love under the clouds.
"Ascending into electric light of energy and prisms of a spiritual flight"
For the will of God shall santify
From confession and truth to testify
Enlightenment from flesh to spirit arise
Resurrection leading to salvation through eternal light
O' holy one a flight has begun
From fleshly desires to a spiritual fire
Seek him soon O' child of God for a day shall come when you are called home
The Wasp and the Electric Light
He has eyes only for her
Who said love is blind??
Her glow draws him closer
For shes playing on his mind
His life revolves around her
He's waiting for an end
He doesn't mind murder
Unless his lover's will bends
He's spiraling, closer still
In an attempt to break his lovers will
And finally the little wasp
Is in the electric lights grasp
Before he learns to love
He must learn to die
Its like his woolen glove
Touching the electric light
Form:
The Making of Stars.
Long time ago before stars appeared,
nights were as black as standing inside
a mist of ink ejected by an octopus.
When stone-age man found how to lit
a fire, sparks flew up and slowly
the night sky had what we call stars.
When a star or spark dies a new one
will appear if not as many as before
now that we have electric light.
In Kalahari a tribe sits by the fireside
sparks fly upwards, they see to it we
always have stars on the night sky.