Short Feeds Poems
Short Feeds Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Feeds by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Feeds by length and keyword.
God is not someone we only call in hour of need but The One who would, constantly, our soul feed!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
08 June 2016
Just picked up a pup fresh off the tit
Had a hunger that just wouldn't quit
Put kibble in a cup
And he gobbled it up
I bent over to pet him...he bit
one male and female
cardinals sit on the fence....
bird feeder nearby
male cardinal brings seeds fast
female takes them to the nest
Body supports head
Head comes out of open heart
Soul feeds open heart.
(January 11, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Need,
your own
to deal with
or fellow man's,
unfulfilled or snubbed,
begs for kindness.
Share the gift;
love feeds
need.
air feeds fires desire
hot flames spark and roar within
solid earth quenches
(February 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
My Daddy was a Music Man.
His DNA is in my soul.
I was born with dancing feet.
With music, I am never alone.
I imagine when I'm eighty.
Struggling to move along.
If I hear that rhythm,
my zimmer will be gone!.
Seasoned water brought to boil
Taters and sausage
Ten minute wait then add corn
And pieces of crab
Five minutes then shrimp
Short wait drain
Chow!
3rd Place Win:
For Sara Kendrick's Contest
"Low Country Boil"
Creek feeds the river
He seeks to flow to her bed
Inescapably...
Intertwined they mingle
Joined, two become the one.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Bow down to the better than thous
All us treated like sheep and cows
Corralled and penned and strapped inside
While those on high just break our pride
Whether you're a son or daughter
Prepare yourself for the slaughter
We're all the same to those that bleeds us
It's time to bite the hand that feeds us
Quiet time feeds the human's soul
As the heat pump does click
Outside arctic air the warmth stole
While the old worn clock ticks
Its soft measured beat could bring on deep sleep
As my life through the hourglass seeps
Instead, I stay awake to repent__weep
God fills needs
Quiet time feeds
While her garden plants she pruned
Often unrestrainedly crooned:
Come her much loved month of June,
Mostly, when it far noon...
You hear her when rules The Moon
Or if Summer should be soon
Peaceful voice that feeds like spoon;
She had long mastered Gay Tune,
As Deserts had Sand Dunes
And a War Theatre Bombs ruins
The voice that feeds A Boon
Ears that it despise A Loon.
The wolf man cometh hairy, dank, and musk.
It’s the chill that enters your spine after dusk.
He is coming to get you on this full moon lit night.
Its waiting for you in the shadows, and out of sight.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, and to your surprise.
He will appear with a blank cold hard look in his eyes.
With fangs, and claws at the ready for your premature demise.
It is our own fear the beast feeds on, that we'll come to realize.
"Wolf Man the beginning" by Edwin Baldwin