Short Festoon Poems
Short Festoon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Festoon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Festoon by length and keyword.
Pictures
of bliss festoon
dream field journal
with green moss clad trails of
stunning dawn glow junkets through
mists of time!
one month after june
an eagle lands on the moon
stars and stripes festoon
was sunday late afternoon
neil the buzz and mankind swoon
By David Kavanagh
So far, I tried apple a la mode
Trained my tongue to catch sugar's festoon
Upon tines, losing sweets I was owed
A fork won't cork my dessert boon
Now I eat my pie with a spoon.
11/26/19
Sensations tingling up the spine
as heaving emotions re-align
Flowers of beauty within the heart
festoon the gestures they impart
On the trail of nows-broken vows
echo to a distant horizon
I danced with you beneath the blue moon
swiveling around you like a garland festoon
blue unicorns pranced, a flower bloomed
wiggling round words that you crooned
July 25, 2021
A sprinkle of night magic
by a purple moon
wings of valiant beauty
getting ready to festoon
Fairy dust and fantasy
wanders of the fawning night
tiny feet light as air
tracing out the morning light.
He made me the centre of gravity.
Pride dressed, lone like blood moon
Whose deserted home became vanity
Did I become evil or was I rune?
Greater insight and realized sanity,
I was the diamond his life festoon.
Flowers of beauty with the heart
festoon the gestures we impart
NOTE:Crystalline is A two line image poem, (created by Denis Garison) often with a title, in which euphony is the key factor. Each line may have 8 or 9 syllables to make a total of seventeen.
Oh, garden of exotic night
my flesh inhales its luscious tunes;
when summer drifts, raw blooms excite
kisses wild as the lilting moon,
enchanting July’s glazed festoon!
Sara Kendrick's Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
6/25/2015
On the coldest nights, when the air and land conspire
And the winds sing their siren's serenade of desire
An unbecoming part inside causes me to rise
And festoon my frame with my most festive attire
To step outside for a walk
A silent stroll amidst the hidden horrors of the times
This day soars, refreshingly
Floating in umber modesty
Mewling boisterously, in jollity
While, harvest colors blink
Tragically in shades of pink
Afternoon progresses in happiness
From there on, the evening moon
Shines in bright, yellow incandesce
As nightfall settles over sky festoon
Under shades of green, dappled trees
Hued monarchs invite birds to croon
A tweet of love songs for May’s trapeze;
Plumes spreading like a laced festoon
To wander off, then back to swoon!
A Spring Day in English Quintain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
by nette onclaud ~ 5/3/2014
pennyroyal festoon in full bloom —
her English garden plush.
he’s dying to imbibe.
she foresees a crime.
mint feint
tea taint
“sip up darl’n
have a cup
or two”
his purple lips,
pursed,
ready for the kill.
she smiles and winks
as he lies still.
8/30/2019
Inside, the insidious vine, hee haw but nay said the gainsayer so soothsayer mop the floors of tearful laments the festoon of frights is Halloween spent and dear precious stones are fitted for first the most precious must endear but one truth and wallop the cavern of delightful awe so sortilege discourages the pointed shaws.
Oh Halloween babe
born under October's moon
weave with forlornment
your bewitching adornment
of a harvest leaf festoon.
Faces in pumpkins
awake memories of when
the children were young;
and "Trick-or-Treat!" rung
the holiday season in.
Scorpio woman
wipe away your wistful tear
and tend to the craft
of your birthday draught
to toast your forty-first year.
Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze;
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas.
The stream where pooh sticks once were raced
now flows into memory's embrace
Flowers of beauty with the heart
festoon the gestures we impart
Flowers of beauty with the heart
festoon the gestures we impart
Sunset peeping under a cloud
cloaks the landscape in a scarlet shroud
You remember in photographs, usually
And my keys, wallet, phone are not in safe places
My mismatched socks festoon the living room
And snuggle in next to your dishes filled with yesterday’s bones
And sometimes drifts of dog snow tumble through our kitchen
Catching around the legs of chairs
You the early riser, sometimes me
Either way with protestations and coffees
In the imperfect light
flaming rainbow aloft,
starlight galaxy festoon
once an iron sky,
Tempest equinox,
sparks shall on them descend,
foreshadowed co lours reign force
defy justify defy
Coiled snake, rabid tongue, sermon revoked
preach not your cruel co lours
delivered unto me true co lours
Red and blue embers twisted hypocrite burns
soul restored, recaptured spirit in purple
...this co lour my courage deserves...
visions of children shrieking on clogged shores,
warm swirling gusts topple gaunt sand castles,
games galore thrive in weather dry and bright,
family fun fair gasp and sheer delight,
yet summer’s warm hue festoon tapers off,
whilst journeyed beehive swarm near blue lagoon,
dip their toes in sunny moss fleck torrents,
others seize their madcap visceral thrill,
from dashing down mint green meadows as that,
August time frame segues into autumn
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman whoevers flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman who ever is flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘Heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud