Short Epithet Poems
Short Epithet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Epithet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Epithet by length and keyword.
In entwined hearts’ fathomless niche
the luster of nascent desire nucleates
layer on layer luminous,
into pristine pearl of love,
a treasure covert and untarnished,
the protected epithet of precious oneness.
What’s In a Name?
My name identifies me from birth to death,
It’s a label, a tag, an epithet,
It’s impossible to say all in one breath,
Six letters, three syllables, two meanings and yet,
Its origin rest comfortably, in an Indian or Spanish vignette.
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When describing bad behavior
Or even a law breaker
The worst epithet humans think for those not admirable
Is to place on the miscreant a label of ANIMAL
He's an ANIMAL they'll squeal
As if animal describes an inmate from hell
On this green earth after all the rantings and railings
Never was an animal who behaved with any human failings
Make mine epithet ( R T I P ) I'll leave it
To my devoted readers to surmise which
Piece is resting the better.? Or deeper.?
Thats if i've made it through; though? Oh
My.' I'm twisting and turning already.)
You know.? I alway hit a dead
End in lifes scene .' Maybe if not in death.? Oh well
What can we do.? You can never get away
From being shafted it seems.? Sweet dreams.)
I am (from India) a deep and vibrant hue,
glow with the still sequins of the full moon
in the silken shroud of the night sky,
shedding a serene shade on the slate sea,
away from the silver-embroidered shore.
I am the patina of the flowing ink,
shaping the epithet of emotion of the muse
in the realm of the inner sensitive self
with the reflective color the poet feels.
In the cobalt depth serene,
where silence whispers,
concealed aquatic elegance
transforms the gift of the sea
into spheres of opalescence
within clammed hidden heart,
a beauty shaped from fluid dream.
In entwined hearts’ fathomless niche
the luster of nascent desire nucleates
layer on layer luminous,
into pristine pearl of love,
a treasure covert and untarnished,
the protected epithet of precious oneness.
The difference between
the carnal and the spiritual,
has as much to do with
convictions as does visuals.
The Carnal's favorite epithet:
I will believe in it when I see it.
Living as a mere fleck in the universe
his chances of vision grow steadily worse.
While Spiritual cling to holy writ:
I will see it because I believe it.
With the number of faiths available,
all options, it seems, are on the table.
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