Short Finespun Poems

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

extravaganza
stunning masquerade
bright festive delights
sybaritic feast
intoxicating

Silk organza
finespun chiffon
dazzling jewels
precious bijou

black tailcoat
satin stripes
white bow tie

ballroom
swirling

fete

© Linda Alice Fowler  

When you and I were one, 
A lifetime of joy cached, 
Us dancing neath the sun
With passion unabashed, 
Fond filaments finespun, 
Golden memories stashed. 



1st February 2023

 For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"

© Joanna Daniel  

ETHEREAL

‘Ethereal’ must have been invented
To describe my lady’s beauty
Hair, finespun with hint of curl;
Eyes, deepest hazel, smouldering.
Regal bearing, head held high,
Elegance epitomized.
And today I’m feeling fancy-free.
Last night I’m sure she smiled at me.

© Bryn Strudwick  

Shadows

rain shadows flow like silk scarves across the tapestry of silver dawn

rain shadows on leaves
 thin silhouette signatures ~
  day takes a shower

Grey shadows cloud the daybreak sky
 Dusting the dawn with pensive sighs
In plaintive coos doves call the sun
 To chase the gloom as day’s finespun


6/9/23
Contest: A Monoku, Haiku and Four Lines of Rhyme
Sponsor:  Tania Kitchin

© Sam Kauffman  

Orion in the heaven with your belt of stars
Bedazzling fair young ones after setting of the sun,
Senses becoming feldspars of obsession 
Emerging from dream-threads finespun,
Secreted away from light of day, 
Shadowed by the vines of deadly nightshade
Inside the mind of precocious, provoked youth-
Onward sauntering into life as if it’s an arcade,
Not comprehending reality has no reset booth.

© Chetta Achara  

Spinning finespun threads
   Deftly weaving silken webs.
   Spider catches fly.
   As tremors ripple from a beating wing.
   He kills with venom in his sting.
   Then spins pure silk to bind his prey.
   These shrouds of death, stored in his nest. 
   A perfect maze, where victims do abide.
   He lurks in shadows, fears the light.
   Then spins his web again at eventide.
   Ensnaring moths in winged flight.
   Those nocturnal insects of the night.

   11/ 6/ 2015.

© George Seal  

Love may be lost in the process of age
and hidden in the miserly sunset 
of life, draining like a father's cold sweat.
Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage

and exist in a long moment with me
as though life and love were newly begun,
as if it were lace dainty and finespun,
with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~

but the sea has become angry and rough
capsizing and drowning us in its wrath;
love is forgotten as death lays its path
and quietude wraps you up in a huff.

© Chetta Achara