Short Faire Poems

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


A Question of Balance

Reality occasionally hallucinates,
      poetry almost always enchants
      our art is to balance the extremes,
      so that we compile the finer results


Laissez Faire

Words…
  the great currency
  inside my literary account

Inspiration,
  the letters of credit
   —freeing me to spend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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there was a young man named Sean who pledged his undying love to Dawn one day at the faire he met a different woman there and now he has run off with Fawn
Form: Limerick

Laissez Faire Laissez Passer

Give me a break! Shall you?
You say that you are free in free society
While your liberty is stolen!
By that freedom, so, let it be
Let them do as they will
Let them enjoy their marginal utility
Or leave it alone.

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       The poet, bright, sat upon his comfy chair. 


       He was peacock proud of his savoir fare! 


       Face changed red...password,English for derrière!

                  

                       5/28/2022



Form: Rhyme


Maiden Faire

Maiden faire, thy soule should bare within thy bosom cherish
Your love for me, so it shall be, without it I doth perish
From thy sweet lips and fingertips let your love swirl about me
Without your soule, love takes its tolle, and I shall never doubt thee
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member my attitude is laissez faire

Laissez-faire is the attitude I wear
For worrisome things I don’t give a care
Government may concern another
I’m not running, neither is my brother.

Some people are exacting and stern
From these peasants I prefer not to learn
You do it your way, I’ll do it mine
Then the world can get along totally fine
me
Form: Rhyme

Laissez-Faire

The smile conceals, something.
Does not offer any cue.
You were still traveling 
within.

You wanted to leave the world, 
as it was, without cleaving
the wood, not accepting the veneer.
It rang an alarm bell.

To evolve their own persona;
good to take their own path.
The fallout was widening.This
was an insider’s story.

What an audacious withdrawl;
and you were in a silent mode like a Buddha 
to uptake the film of dust
settling on the innocent rape of book.


Satish Verma
Form: ABC

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