Short Expedient Poems

Short Expedient Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Expedient by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Expedient by length and keyword.


Sidney

She is sensual, super
Intelligent, interesting
Diligent, dignified
Noble, notable
Excellent, expedient
Young lady

Also, she is attractive
Nice, nubile
Nifty 

Lovely, lively
Exceptional, experienced
Entity.
Form: Name


Premium Member I Need You

Not only for a moment
But we are a moment

Time. Ours. Expedient
Means, yours. Expanded

Mine. Not love. Point. End
Death. Steam. Death is felt

Smelly. Waited for your life
My corpse. Flies in the sky

I need you after our lives
Two lotuses are eternal
Form: Rhyme

Feeling Low?

Sometimes its okay to feel low,
it’s an ordinance of life
to make you acquainted of rife
that it is inevitably strident to grow.

It’s his expedient to steer you 
to see the life’s chronicle view.
See the vivid blue-sky,
be stance budding warrior it’s time to fly.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Elephant's Exclusive Environment

Exotic elephants excitedly
Enclose Eastern entertainers
Entering exclusive environment;
Expeditiously excluding entry
Every evening except Easter,
Exceptionally expedient exposure
Ensures elephant’s environs.
March 23, 2021

Premium Member God Is With You Always

On your fertility, the enemy may burrow causing so much hurt, pain and sorrow God is merciful and caring, not expedient. It may seem like torture, but it’s your ingredient to build up grit as you stay obedient. Joy and peace elsewhere, don’t borrow even before the sure victory, you’ll never be wounded by the arrow.


Sea Dreams

In the deep,
I have acquaintenances
With whom I share a common goal,
Intimate friends,
Visionary souls.

I swim in the darkly mirth
And beyond the yawning abyss.
I watch by night for the vulnerable waif
That might find me too, remiss.

For I am here for one brief spark
In Time’s expedient flight, 
Just swimming in the darkness,
While moving toward the Light.
© Jan Pearce  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Sacred Domicle

What right have I to write?
What sanctuary allows me entrance
into its sacred domicile?

Who really scribes for me?
Is it the stars or the trees?
The streams or the seas?

I bow in humble servitude
to my muse as she shares her
adoration of nature
and expedient expression
of all things exquisite

Tears, joy, revelations
and exaltations she sends
to touch, rock and bewilder
readers

My gift; my muse
I introduce to you

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