Short Eve Poems
Short Eve Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eve by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eve by length and keyword.
Mystical crystals
Falling softly from the sky
Look to the Heavens
Look to the Angels above
Snowy Christmas wonderland
the crow
gathers an evening...
a small shadow
underneath her wing
shapes the firmament
Published Cattails 9/2015
i hear the whispers
softly veiled in evening mist..
moonlight moves - this night
13 Oct 2017
leaves drift to the ground,
red and gold litter the street,
as ghouls come out to play,
one night a year;
All Hallows Eve!
that day it came down
it was the on ground
you could hear wet sound
there was no brids to feed
just
SNOW ON CHRISTMAS EVA
we left the tree
the lighe s
we could see
in mid town
must say
it was the hoilday
all good stuff
we were
LOVER ON CHRISTMAS
water dripping from the eaves
promise in the whispering leaves
cold lights dancing in the night
spirits cast in ghastly light
Form:
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now
if'n she were
thuh
lollipop
whut
It's christmas eve, but you already gave my gift when you said "i do".
Alexis Y.
12-24-18
Painted glass of wine
Sprang by dusk divine
Bird chatter floats still
Midst a breezy chill
Stroking fresh echoes of my wonder
let it be a bang
bell rang
cold or snow
come lets go
let the party blow
help them get started
its the
NEW YEARS EVE PARTY
Green, gold, gray, old, from thence they pass away.
And from the dawn, the night is cast,
What's due to mortals falls at last.
as new year come in
they come out with friends
look up
set in a cup
blinking light
it pops and drop
NEW YEARS
EVE MIDNIGHT
i go up there
its out of nowhere
close to the sky
i watch the brids fly
as the go by
newyears my horn i toot
BY
STANDING ON THE ROOT
When Eve was searching for a rib
The Devil led her to a crib
Where Cain and Able
Hatched a stork fable
Creating the very first fib
Mystical crystals
Frigid snowflakes from the sky,
Ice on the cold ground,
A white blanket from above;
Crystalline white everywhere.
on this day
it for play
after hard work
some or jerks
we drink like pink
it not kink
we just get it started
is
NEW YEARS EVE OFFICE
PARTY
An outcast this night,
I mournfully sigh with gloom:
but, I make war, fight!
to defeat my rising doom,
and defend my haunted tomb.
We who will not last the day
Find time before the night to play.
The gentle laugh, the chequered gray,
The shadows usher starlit ray.
Noisy cicada
drones in the summer evening.
No one gets to sleep.
Winner Honorable Mention: 1483, Brian Stand (Sponsor) 6/26/26
snow swathed twilight woods
owl’s screech stirs superstition -
the deer hunter shakes
Susan Ashley
October 16, 2021
The new sign is up.
Although our name is spelled wrong,
Santa Clause will still
find us because he knows the
gingermen will be waiting.
as you shop
at parking lot
or on a push cot
or street band
or guitar man
they all play
a happy beat
its HOLIDAY
MUSIC ON THE STREET
A kiss at midnight,
carried on the wind,
will be sent this night,
to find you.
Must frame words to reach you,
absent my desired touch.
Aggravated,
my blood like molten lava.
at work alone cooking,
frustrated,
around so much petty drama.
Jared Pickett
01/01/10
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